"...of fire and death. Embers and sparks rained down on the barren ground, a dying sun lay to rest on a distant horizon. Smoky tendrils curled in a sickly wind, brushing quietly past the broken rocks. The shadows came alive, stalking from their murky depths, devouring the remaining light."
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annie. any pronouns. "...If I were the old me. By which, of course, I mean the old new me; since the old old me inhabited a form that can't be described in a language humans can hear. I'm the new, new me. I'mthenewnewme." Tumblr Twitter