01-07-2015, 11:55 PM
After trudging through the void for quite some time, the Serial Martyr reached a landmark, a great arch, woven of still-living ivy and other plants. He began muttering to himself again. "Plants are certainly nice... I've only really gotten to see them a few times, but there's something nice about them."
He walked up to the arch, hesitated for just a moment, and then decided to go through. This was the direction he was going, and he was going to stick with it.
Reality seemed to fall out from under him.
He walked up to the arch, hesitated for just a moment, and then decided to go through. This was the direction he was going, and he was going to stick with it.
Reality seemed to fall out from under him.