January 16, 2024, 09:09 PM
When he woke again, he was standing on the edge of a cliff — but not the higher edge where the danger sat, Hypnos was poised in the shadow of the rise where he was only two glossy eyes in the dark.
How had he gotten here?
Where was here?
He remembered little of the previous moments in his life; this was normal for him, but still so unnerving.
How had he gotten here?
Where was here?
He remembered little of the previous moments in his life; this was normal for him, but still so unnerving.
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I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Hypnos - January 16, 2024, 09:09 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Saturdays Sunrise - January 16, 2024, 10:09 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Hypnos - January 16, 2024, 10:20 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Saturdays Sunrise - January 16, 2024, 10:53 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Hypnos - January 16, 2024, 11:16 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Saturdays Sunrise - January 16, 2024, 11:30 PM
RE: I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. - by Hypnos - April 08, 2024, 12:41 AM