I choose to create, I choose to share my work because I cannot sit idly by and watch myself become what I never wanted.
"A-At this rate I would venture a guess of four"
I don't know where I am going, but I'm sure I will know when I'm there.
I walk most of the night, before sensors warn me of my low batteries.
Time to go home, its clear I failed.
vampires, fog, and mysteries. Esnia is an odd world that has not been fleshed out yet
I've never felt like such a failure
I try to shake my head but as I do my vision blacks out and I am once again gone from her world.
Our eyes lock and I become painfully aware of how old I really am as it moves near soundlessly toward me. I will not falter now, for the life forms of this little planet I must win.
written at work on break