Witheringaway Stories

this is a sub series to my main which consists of only the time of the past before the twin brother gods and during this time there were more advanced civilisations with...

This poem is about a withering beach ball and how the object feels.

Astral's dad left when she was only 6. She can't really remember him. Only that the last time he hugged her, he said goodbye, instead of goodnight. She writes these lett...