Dad and I crossed over the forbidden wall three days ago. We have been hiding from the people who live here.
Waymoor is a beautiful place. Soft, green needles that don't poke your bare feet cover the ground. The people's homes are small, and only one family lives in each. The land is also spotted with groupings of some kind of tall creation. They seem alive, with their rough brown skin and smooth green feathers waving at the tops. Many of them are found in places the people call "parks," where there are huge, deep puddles of water.
It's very quiet here in Waymoor. The people talk in whispers. Vehicles move along the ground with a low buzz.
So many things here are magical. They make me think that maybe Daká is not such a bad thing.
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Daká
Fiksi Ilmiah200-4-5000 My name is Brianna, but I like to be called Anna. Today is the two-hundredth week, the fourth day, and the five-thousandth year since Corwyn was inhabited. I live in Aldlight but strange things are starting to happen here, so my dad, Ric...
