Aug 5, 2022
Sneak peek of current drafts
Dream gasped. His hands reach to his mouth. His discovery created an anchor of his soul. His chest felt heavy.
His steps wobbled. He trudged closer towards cloud-headed figure. Before his fingers touched the head, he paused. His eye lights fizzed with fright and acceptance.
“You- Stradakum- She was never alive.”
Ink held an expression of furrowed eyebrows. Out of all sci-fi storylines he explored, there were still missing pieces about the human.
The figure began to move. Dream flinched and Ink pulled him back. He lifted his brush and braced himself.
The figure lifted her head.
Out of her hair, her eyes gave a sharp expression. The mist from the cloud was clearing up. “… I’m tired of that face.”