Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

NPC · 10-24-2021, 09:31 PM

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There comes a point in your driven running where the voice suddenly drops off, like it hadn't existed at all. At the spot where the voice had led you to, fireflies dip and bob softly in the too-still air almost as if they are waiting for something, or someone.

Maybe you shouldn't have done that...

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Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

NPC