Footsteps sound was my only company inside
I asked him to wait outside
Stars decorate the roof
Three-headed human statue in my sight with staffs in their hands
Cold wind blew softly making me shiver
Mist gathered around
They were establishing something inside
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Hyacinthus
Short StoryA story of modern Hyacinthus. Where Clayton Rodgers found himself in a summer camp for his kind and one thing lead to another. Copyright 2016 Alessio Fierr Cover by lucasdaydream
