It's still a rather big shock waking up and being told I'm just born. Though I suppose, I've got more important matters to attend to, such as what exactly was my purpose? Where did I live? What was my occupation ( Read more... )

Walter dreamed of a field, it was lush and green--colors so rich it almost burned into his eyes. He'd been so long into London's gloomy blood-soaked streets, the rain and the soot that it almost struck him speechless. He found moving oddly difficult, as if something was weighing down his every movement. Of course, in the distance he could see the ( Read more... )