// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena didn’t know any of the answers; she had faith and goodwill and trust, fostered by determination and a hardy set of morals. Yes, she confirmed again. Do we want to head that way? she indicated with a nod of her head, desperate to glean away from the potential dominion of barbarity below, and the plotting within. The unknown gaped and gasped and stung at the filaments of her soul, newfound sedition burning a portion there. We can talk more still, if we need to, she hinted, without the likes of the glowing lengths or to be heard in the fathoms and depths.
[FIN]
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
