what had happened to the flowers that were planted so firmly in her mind? everything had felt heavy on her spirit, but she had tried to find joy in her little brothers' presence. apart from them, the recent departures few from epoch had decided to take made it hard to find joy. in response to this rolling her mind was undergoing, tonight she had split from the vale.
perhaps she could find a trace of her siblings. first antigone, now zosime. oh, zosime. how could her sister leave her as well? the sadness had shifted to bitterness; she was still spurred to search for them. of all times, zulema chose nightfall. she would be back tomorrow, early hopefully. zulema would not leave her poor mother in the midst of two of her children disappearing.
it was dark. the moon was the only friend she had tonight, illuminating the path before her. in this moment, the light it offered was filtered by the cracks and holes in this cavern. was this space home to any? had her brother or sister crossed this mountain or land in there steps away from epoch?
perhaps she could find a trace of her siblings. first antigone, now zosime. oh, zosime. how could her sister leave her as well? the sadness had shifted to bitterness; she was still spurred to search for them. of all times, zulema chose nightfall. she would be back tomorrow, early hopefully. zulema would not leave her poor mother in the midst of two of her children disappearing.
it was dark. the moon was the only friend she had tonight, illuminating the path before her. in this moment, the light it offered was filtered by the cracks and holes in this cavern. was this space home to any? had her brother or sister crossed this mountain or land in there steps away from epoch?
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