Vessels

“Hey buddy, you wanna hear something cool?”

The Mortality of Choice

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.”

~ a poem inspired by “The Raven”

The wall was up again.

Exen sprinted into the dining room where the spirits were silently stirring.

“Remember: your character does not exist outside of the things you say in game.”

{Tactics battles between Hunters and Hybrids within an other-dimensional gothic keep}

There were lives in danger beyond this door.

~ You know how people have mood swings?

The awakening began as a small thing.