Day one...
The blistering sun beats down on my unprotected skin. Shoulders, neck, face, all burning.
Still, I'm not giving up yet.
I rummage through the disconnected ruins, picking up random pieces. It is my job to give them their value.
There isn't a breeze or person in sight. The others have retreated to their obligations, dealing with matters beyond this place, and leaving me with the mission to sort these relics of the past.
My signs have all been either taken down or too warped to stand up anymore. No one knows I'm here.
Please, somebody... Come to my garage sale... :(
Still, I'm not giving up yet.
I rummage through the disconnected ruins, picking up random pieces. It is my job to give them their value.
There isn't a breeze or person in sight. The others have retreated to their obligations, dealing with matters beyond this place, and leaving me with the mission to sort these relics of the past.
My signs have all been either taken down or too warped to stand up anymore. No one knows I'm here.
Please, somebody... Come to my garage sale... :(