Sometimes the world seems dark and dull. At times like these, it is important to remember how it used to be. The smile on her face. The way he laughed. Even the simple things. The crackle of leaves in the autumn, and the feeling of snow... The world is so beautiful. At least, it used to be. Before the storm came, my world was magnificent.
The larks would sing every morning, and at dusk, the wolves would howl. As the sun set, it turned from deep purple and blue to bright red. It was almost as if the sky was on fire. Little did I know that one day it actually would be. If I knew that my time was coming, I would have done so many things. If only I knew.
Now, all I can do is hope that I will be remembered. I hope that history will remember me as I am. I hope my story will give hope. But that is a lot to hope. A lot to ask for. So, as my last request, I only ask that you remember me fondly.
Please, if you find this, don't forget me.
-Jasper
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The Paper Sky
Fantasy"A story where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader." Their memory is fading fast. If they don't make it to the highest point of the land in one day they will be swallowed up by oblivion. Will they be able to rise victorious, or...
