Time is such an elusive creature. You never quite get to know her, only the secret signs she leaves on your face and hands.
Going out the same way I entered it seemed to me as if I hadn't really seen the tower in its entirety before. Hence deciding to explore a bit more before going on I walked around the base to the back, and found an old rusty car gently and slowly passing away with dreams of travels past. Such a peacefull setting in these strange lands.
Chapter XVI - Memories of travels past
Indsendt af
Rasmus Lasthein
kl.
1:40 PM
Etiketter: Illustrated novel, Journey, Mirage, Steam Punk, Time, To the coast
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