Apr 27, 2025
M.Redthorn — Another horrible night. The many times I tossed and rolled, I lost count of them. Even the soothing waves that crash lovely against the worn out wood of my ship couldn't sooth the loud voices that are hunting my dreams. Constantly on the run till everything is a blur, but why do I even run in the first place? From them? Or is it another lie that I tell myself to reassure my sanity?