Its not about how small your world is, its about how occupied it is.
Far Far Away,
like nothing can touch you…
The Last One.
the one with the talk.
she knew she had to lead her own way.
To the Dead City…
Dirty cloths, muddy hands, messy hair.
They spent the night crying after that. Finally their eyes got tired and they fell asleep…
While nobody presaged what this trip held for them.
Let the events unfold while you free the pen to flow and create a tale. Witness your own book and get involved in every twist and turns it has to offer.