Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Seeing through a haze made of panic and pain Sam barely understood the visual of 108 going forward to take the Core. It felt like this was a monumental moment, one that would go down in the histories he would one day be likely commissioned to create, but he could not bring himself to care about it when there was such a maelstrom going on within him.
People began to look around in amazement, talk among themselves, but he could not be with them. Not now, not when his world was so full of different matters. Sam stumbled to his feet and wobbling on his weak legs, made his way down the Spire to try and get home before his fluid ran out.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?