It's my Wattpad anniversary! Wooo! I can't believe I've been here for 3 years . . . crazy
Also, new fic coming out in a few minutes! Here's a summary:
"My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories /
Discarded remnants of former times"
- Ancient History, The Crane Wives
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Once upon a time, there was an Emperor. His name was Pixl Riffs, and though he was an Emperor, his main focus was archeology. He dug up bones and dated spearheads and spent long hours in the library, researching.
And then that all began to change, thanks to a pottery shard and a dream.
And then it all continued to change, thanks to multiple mysterious artifacts and a new Emperor and many, many more dreams.
And then corruption began to spread, and everything was doomed.
(Right?)
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Or, Pix's dreams are visions of a different world, everything looks doomed until it doesn't, our favorite archeologist takes a liking to a certain bard, star-studded darkness rises to the surface, groudbreaking discoveries are made, insanity sets in, and the past and present are more connected than you'd think.
Feel free to check it out if you're interested (I would really appreciate it)!