Mourning Wood
In the realms of the dream world kessundroa and kodyax are walking on the boardwalk of a nameless city on the coast of a forgotten ocean where concrete buildings made to look like circus tents are set up along the one side amidst a beach of endless
Digging in the Dust
It was a subtle roar like the echo of an ancient, forgotten ocean. it was the sound of wind in a place where there was none. the land was impossibly flat for miles in every direction, almost from horizon to horizon.
A Nest Remains Empty
I had all but forgotten. ocean flow was pregnant by the time we departed from cantercun. and...hopefully novo was too. i was filled with a powerful sense of longing.