I’m tired. The air smells like rain and old metal. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop coming back to the ruins. Maybe the stones will tell me tomorrow. Maybe they’ll just keep whispering until I learn to listen.
Day 13
I’m tired. The air smells like rain and old metal. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop coming back to the ruins. Maybe the stones will tell me tomorrow. Maybe they’ll just keep whispering until I learn to listen.