The Last One.
the one with the talk.
she knew she had to lead her own way.
To the Dead City…
The dancing man stopped and turned and spotted the girl.
Dirty cloths, muddy hands, messy hair.
“This is a magical place, yet my existence is in a real time and space.”
While nobody presaged what this trip held for them.
“Who are you?”
“Who do you think we are?”
“My inner voice??”
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.