What's this?
A creaking of hinges
A faintly pulsing electronic shape is lifted into the light from deep within the murk of its forgotten, flyblown sarcophogus.
A pair of weary, calloused hands grips the digital tome firmly and holds it as still as the parched air that fills the ill-maintained room.
The sound of rapidly expelled human breath from dry, pursed lips and a cloud of dust tumbles and swirls outward into space.
"Hello LiveJournal, it's been a while."
A faintly pulsing electronic shape is lifted into the light from deep within the murk of its forgotten, flyblown sarcophogus.
A pair of weary, calloused hands grips the digital tome firmly and holds it as still as the parched air that fills the ill-maintained room.
The sound of rapidly expelled human breath from dry, pursed lips and a cloud of dust tumbles and swirls outward into space.
"Hello LiveJournal, it's been a while."