The chill of the night air was easily dismissed. This chill was welcoming as if the world was whispering to me. It feels like it's been ages since the last time I had this sense of peace and tranquility. Fate is funny, to say the least, there are easily many places I could go, that I could find myself dwelling but for some reason, I can't leave this solemn town. I don't know nor understand what keeps me here but fate refuses to tell me to move and so I wait. But what is it that I am waiting for? A chanced encounter? A purpose? A quest of sorts? I cannot say. But anything of those things would be welcomed at this point if it meant helping me move forward.
Or maybe I am just pondering these thoughts to the empty air for no other reason than to just think. Though I wonder what awaits me out there.
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