Figments of Perception
Drusilla reached up and tried to hold the voices assaulting her inside the protection of her own head. She completely forgot where she was, as the patrons of Rousseaus went about their conversations.
Letting out a small keening whimper she crouched down an whispered, “It’s all crumbling, even as it’s built... Conquer all, never die. All it takes to win...“















