AISHA
Last night in Torchline, then it was off through the sky port to Stormbreak. Aisha had spent the previous night in the Hanged Man, drinking with friends and enjoying herself rowdily. Tonight, she was off to somewhere quieter. She didn't come to the lighthouse to pray, but she welcomed it's light, the beacon lit the ocean beyond in a starry glow that was so sweetly captivating.
She leaned back on her palms staring out at the broad ocean beyond. It met the sky at the horizon so gently that the two were practically one and the same. She breathed the warm and humid air, sticky on her skin but cool enough to soothe her throat. The world around was quiet but for chirping bugs and the hum of the beach below.
She leaned back on her palms staring out at the broad ocean beyond. It met the sky at the horizon so gently that the two were practically one and the same. She breathed the warm and humid air, sticky on her skin but cool enough to soothe her throat. The world around was quiet but for chirping bugs and the hum of the beach below.
glaciers melting in the dead of night
the superstars sucked into the
the superstars sucked into the
supermassive black hole
