Post by SSaiYen on Jan 15, 2021 1:23:51 GMT
-A white sheet of paper is pinned to the board with a golden pin. The writing covering the face of it is written in a rich black ink.-
I see a group of people. Thirteen.
They appear to have survived a great deal of strife.
Darkness.
Trapped.
An hour glass running out of sand.
Silence.
A sigh.
Hungry, the pain is too much to bear.
Despair.
The end.
Silence broken. Noise from above. First light.
Aid?
Hope restored.
The begin to question once more; "Will we survive?"
Grey Mi-rae
The Fire Starter
Ushallfeerme
I see a group of people. Thirteen.
They appear to have survived a great deal of strife.
Darkness.
Trapped.
An hour glass running out of sand.
Silence.
A sigh.
Hungry, the pain is too much to bear.
Despair.
The end.
Silence broken. Noise from above. First light.
Aid?
Hope restored.
The begin to question once more; "Will we survive?"
Grey Mi-rae
The Fire Starter
Ushallfeerme