NOAH
Noah found himself in Torchline once more, collecting supplies for something Cordelia wanted to create for their home and for their children. But he couldn’t find it. She had described the herbs and plants in great detail, but the void was turning almost everything. Even with the ocean surrounding it, these islands were touched.
Once a paradise of vibrant colors and lush foliage, the tropical haven now lay ensnared. Where once emerald leaves danced in the gentle breeze, now twisted tendrils of deep purple spread like wildfire. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of the void-touched flora.
Even in this place, Noah didn’t hear the chirps of tropical birds. The prickling along the back of his neck that he had grown too accustomed to these days came again. Noah crouched down to inspect some of the pulsing, violent purple leaves. There was a malevolence that seemed to come from each reaching vine and each spreading leaf that made Noah’s stomach twist.
Once a paradise of vibrant colors and lush foliage, the tropical haven now lay ensnared. Where once emerald leaves danced in the gentle breeze, now twisted tendrils of deep purple spread like wildfire. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of the void-touched flora.
Even in this place, Noah didn’t hear the chirps of tropical birds. The prickling along the back of his neck that he had grown too accustomed to these days came again. Noah crouched down to inspect some of the pulsing, violent purple leaves. There was a malevolence that seemed to come from each reaching vine and each spreading leaf that made Noah’s stomach twist.
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
