Eternum was walking down this snowy street with his arms carrying firewod. The wood was rough and it kinda hurt his hands, but he didn't really mind 'cause he knew it'd make a good fire later. His breath was like, puffing out all frosty 'cause it was so cold.
Then, he decided he'd had enough of lugging all that wood, so he dumped it on the ground. He was panting like crazy, trying to catch his breath. He leaned up against some wall, feeling the cold through his jacket.
He took a breather and just tried to get some rest. He knew he shouldn’t have brought so much with him but he couldn’t help himself.
Then, he decided he'd had enough of lugging all that wood, so he dumped it on the ground. He was panting like crazy, trying to catch his breath. He leaned up against some wall, feeling the cold through his jacket.
He took a breather and just tried to get some rest. He knew he shouldn’t have brought so much with him but he couldn’t help himself.
