Jul 25, 2015
( gelusiuum )
Unrecognizable noises retrieve the motionless teenager from indescribably vibrant realms that a venturesome soul can only acquaint themselves with by abandoning consciousness. While nightshade bristles steadily ascend so as to cease obstructing shimmering sapphires, nimble appendages smother chilled grounding in order to provide assistance in enabling the dazed individual into rise into a seated position. A bottomless sea of memories abruptly envelops her, and an inquiry is released. Whether or not it is to be paired with a suitable answer entirely depends on the generosity of those who inhabit this world.
❝ Where am I? ❞
