The memory catches her off-guard, in the middle of the day, and dimly, she registers the shattering of the cup she was drinking from as it slips from her suddenly nerveless hands, as the memory takes over her.

( warning - beyond this lie stabbings, and tl;dr since I can't say anything short. )

[Written small, and off to the side, is a note mostly to herself] I suppose I should really write more in this thing, instead of just reading what everyone else is writing!It's quite a trial, isn't it, trying to do anything with all these pads and warnings and signs? Such silliness. It's as if the tree thinks we can't take care of ourselves or ( Read more... )

How strange, a city in a tree. Like something out of a book, perhaps.

Yet I haven't found any answers here. I don't know who I am, or why I'm here--or even where I should be--but I suppose it's alright for now.

Even though I don't know exactly who I am, you can call me Suzuran. I look forward to meeting everyone!

HMD: Anon enabled, all comments screened, etc ( Read more... )

( Feel the hollow dream slip away )