Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
No ocean yet, just a trick of the mist, or of his mind. Does it matter, at this point, in this dream state? How long could he wander, run, without finding anything?
Though of course, of course, as soon as that thought crosses Nate’s mind, something shifts in the mist, not quite imperceptibly enough to be ignored. An opening, a choice, though he never really gets one, does he? Without hesitation, Nate sets down the left path, his left hand clenching and unclenching while he does.
Nate goes left
Though of course, of course, as soon as that thought crosses Nate’s mind, something shifts in the mist, not quite imperceptibly enough to be ignored. An opening, a choice, though he never really gets one, does he? Without hesitation, Nate sets down the left path, his left hand clenching and unclenching while he does.
Nate goes left
NATE
