Countless of centuries arrived and left. Civilization grew and grew but there was still no trace of the deep sea civilization of atlantis reviving, hope slowly facing away, a little bit of the memory of us.
No trace was found about an atlantean shark or a Guardian of Civilization ever since they both sunk in the sea of flames, the council has a missing member, a missing spot. An empty chair in the meeting room, an empty and untouched bedroom, memories left unwritten. Lost. A doorknob turns to open, a room full of books, full of memories of her, her owl.
"What did she smell like again?"
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A couch left untouched, a controller left unaided. Traces of memories lingers as her laughter doesn't. A deafening silence, something that the detective isn't used to.
"Where was the atlantean?"
"Will she come back?"
"does she still exist?"
"Did her soul manage to survive?"
a/N note: ohohoh what is this? a continuation?
