my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun had continued his explorations of Torchline. Though The Voice had urged caution and patience, she'd always rewarded initiative, so he figured it couldn't hurt to poke around. Today, he'd spotted something interesting just as the sun was setting: there was a pretty little sand bar with what looked like a structure on it.
So the potter had swum out to check it out. Emerging from the water, shirtless and dripping wet, dressed only in a pair of shorts with a cutlass at his hip, he jogged through the sand. As he approached, he realized the building was some sort of temple, made beautifully from materials from the sea. Moving forward, he inspected it more closely, running a hand over it and grinning as the wind made it sing.
Ronin
So the potter had swum out to check it out. Emerging from the water, shirtless and dripping wet, dressed only in a pair of shorts with a cutlass at his hip, he jogged through the sand. As he approached, he realized the building was some sort of temple, made beautifully from materials from the sea. Moving forward, he inspected it more closely, running a hand over it and grinning as the wind made it sing.
Ronin
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
