Lit corridors
Oct. 6th, 2008 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonomoribirdWhere am I? This place is full of light. Before, the sea was near me and the rocks were falling. The boy was leaving on a boat.
I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.
Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.
I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.
Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.
