Hi guys! WordPress is dim enough to UPDATE WITHOUT GIVING A SET OF INSTRUCTIONS OF HOW TO LOG OUT! Do you have any idea how I logged out? BY TRYING TO CONVERT INTO THE OLD-THEMED WORDPRESS then LOG OUT! Dear, dear WordPress…
Anyway, today’s gift is:
I got it but didn’t snap a picture of it. Sorry.
It was Mira. She thought he’s dead. I saw her body’s spirit, dipping her foot into the teal-grey water. Maybe it is not cursed, maybe it is not blessed. The visions are nothing but lies. All thanks to the darkness that messes the light.
Oh, but it is not useless, cackled a voice. Phantom magic can do admirable things.
The thought flashed through him. All these visions, my powers. Admirable?
Again, the voice whispered, Ask. She should know, unless you’re afraid of who you are inside.
Scowling, I approached Mira and asked about the river. What she said…
…was almost the same thing those dark whispering had told me.
Tears, forming into two. Mira had two births- a river and phantoms. The purified water mixed with phantom darkness. Equality. Justice.
P.S. My Blogger is also glitching.