Now, as the last of the stars fade, I’m tired but not afraid. The ruins are quiet tonight, and the whispers are gone. But I know they’ll come back. I’ll go back. I have to.
Day 11
Now, as the last of the stars fade, I’m tired but not afraid. The ruins are quiet tonight, and the whispers are gone. But I know they’ll come back. I’ll go back. I have to.