Conversations With A Space Alien - Part Fourteen
Threads of Memory At midday, Rii’Eren led us back to the farmhouse attic, a dusty space filled with old trunks, forgotten photographs, and heirlooms from generations past. Sunlight slanted through a small window, illuminating motes of dust that danced in the air like tiny specters. “ Memories weave... Sign in to see full entry.