your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita could remember the days where they all would’ve rushed headlong into such discoveries. And while maybe she would’ve still, even now, she didn’t have quite the same setup as many of the others – and perhaps it was for the best. The trauma interlaced and wove far too close to their eyes, and if there were monsters laying and lurking beneath, they certainly weren’t bothering anyone else at the moment. Might as well leave them be. They’d all earned their rest in some capacity. “Fair enough,” and she still snickered, still keeping it all in the back of her mind.you are from another time
Fangorn continued to hiss and sputter, but seemed to calm down, realizing he wasn’t going to go plummeting back down to the earth anytime soon. His vines wrapped tighter, and since Sunjata had yet to complain, the little gourd persisted.
She watched the water for a moment, tearing against the infiltrating pollen, before her massive snicker turned back towards her uncle. “Not sure if it’s worth it, but, I figure if we all keep hitting it, eventually, one day…,” and she made a big motion with her hands to indicate a toppling tower, complete with a silent boom exuding from her mouth.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
