Ankyra Sound Πως θες να αρχίσω;

summer came, and went. autumn’s chilling breath raked through the sound, fog roving in packs along the strand.

august’s climbing sun would banish fall’s cold for now, but in weeks the tide would turn. leaves would turn to ember, and eventually fall along a forest floor carpeted in somber reds.

val descended the cliffs. a speck along the shoreline drew his eye, but occasionally it was clouded by fog. as his toes touched cold sand he began to trot, focused on the figure that drew gradually closer.