Oct 30, 2017
@lordofthelostworld
As soon as they opened their eyes, they should’ve closed them. Unfortunately, they didn’t and began to wander through the seemingly endless field of gray flowers and fog. After what felt like ages, they looked around, and seeing no one around, picked a flower. The beautiful little thing immediately collapsed into powdery ash, with only a little bit remaining in their hand, which they blew away.
“I should’ve thought...” They mumbled as they stood back up. Their eyes happened to catch the silhouette of someone in the mist.
“Hello. Are you made of ash too?” They asked, their depressed tone a major shift from their usual mania.