Morning: There is something about the way the sunrise breaches the head of a forest. When the dew glistens off razor-sharp leaves, vines twisting around as they strangle their branches. The way the dark green hue is lightened into a lush emerald green as if it seems to awaken. The aroma leftover from a powerful thunderstorm, overwhelming your senses as you imagine yourself walking down a well-beaten path. If only this was the start of a wonderful dream instead of a terrible nightmare.
As if awakened by the Moore, gloomy wisps start tumbling throughout the ground, slowly with a mind of its own enveloping the passage. Halls that have not been walked in this lifetime.
With the movements of a search under a ruse of natural elements. At last, sentient has found the prize: at the edge is a residence, up the grand case stairs. The object of its obsession waiting to be used as for centuries being forgotten. A witness to secrets lost in time.
The Red Marble Clock of a lost nation.
And then a gut wrenching scream is made as a dagger is brought down:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Shades of time
عاطفيةIgnorance is not blissful as a seventeen-year-old Adrina would say. Nightmares are what her family are claiming she dreams at night but soon they become too real for such a fabrication to continue. Will she find out the truth? And for those who find...
