(not part of the story)
Dear Lila,
It's 2021, second day of June.
I'm writing this letter to you because, one day, in this lifetime, you might forget why you wrote this story.
This story was that fiction in your mind, the dream you make up whenever you close your eyes and won't be able to sleep.
You wrote stories and poems because it was your escape, they give you the energy and the power to open the bottle tightly sealed letting free the galaxies you've kept in your mind. It was a universe of imagination, boundless and unpredictable.
Always remember the things you're passionate about and how it makes you genuinely happy.
Ily.
-thatslilac
YOU ARE READING
Ante Meridiem: Chase After Nightfall
FantasyHe was a king with a broken crown, a fallen kingdom and unfinished war while I am a slave of solitude and misery. How are we to find that promised reverie? How am I to answer his call? And the chase, started after nightfall.
