“You’re old. Outdated. Obsolete.”

“I am old. I am anything but outdated. You cannot comprehend what I am. Your weapons? Your magic? Are nothing but a parlour trick to amuse me.”

“Wh-What is this? What are you?!”


-the bits and pieces of a dream I remembered.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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