my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had been making more regular trips to pray at the shrines to The Voice. After all, his goddess had been good to him, so he figured he should return the favor. Seeing as the Temple was too public, and the Atheneum was too noticeable, he’d been going to the shrine in the Underground. He was making his way down there once more, his eyes easily piercing the darkness.
However, just because he could see didn’t mean it was easy to navigate. People had been chasing memory mud out of their homes all season, and it had very few places left to go. One of them must’ve been the tunnels under the Ruins, because the floor was practically coated with the stuff. Every step squelched.
Sunjata
However, just because he could see didn’t mean it was easy to navigate. People had been chasing memory mud out of their homes all season, and it had very few places left to go. One of them must’ve been the tunnels under the Ruins, because the floor was practically coated with the stuff. Every step squelched.
Sunjata
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
