I woke up to the sound of melancholic music. I covered my ears with my hands, hoping to drown out the noise, but it seems I hoped wrong.
I opened my eyes one at a time and was met with the ceiling of the jet. The sight of the ceiling reminded me where I was and why I was there.
[Day 243]
{Log 9} 08:01 - Why does it feel like I've been on this jet forever? Will this flight never end??
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Rise from the ashes (an elemental tale)
FantasyImagine a place barren and cold. Empty, devoid of life. Merely existing amongst the many other fragments of life. Sitting idly by, watching the world pass over. Imagine that place was inside a person, stored away deep in their heart. With each beat...
