In shadows cast by the sun's last descent,
Whispers of twilight, a soft lament.
Horizon embraces hues, a distant dream,
As waves echo secrets in silent gleam.
On a distant beach, dusk and reverie convene.
It's cold...
I can't move...
???: "What.....ean.....ssion!?
A voice. An annoying one at that.
???: "I....can't....you....careful!"
I don't understand...what are they saying?
I feel so dizzy, even in this room of nothingness, I can see everything spinning. Time is speeding up and slowing down. It feels like hours. My eyes are not wanting to open, even with multiple attempts. They don't listen. Before I know it, I feel the emptiness again.
Sam: "Alex...."
"He's waiting for you, Alex"
"I know you are tired... But he's waiting for you"
"Keep moving forward, for the both of us."
"You will never fail."
"Not to me"
"So please"
"You have to get up"
....
Okay
It's cold again
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The Lifted ones (Anthro 18+)
Science FictionIn a post-war setting in 2198, Alex is left with no family or friends. His only companion is a 13-year-old lifted child Named Micah. The war left little to no survivors, which sent them on a deep and dangerous journey that they must go through. With...
