what if I made a journal

[Tiarana]

The world moved around him and he stood still.

[Tiarana]

The rotting dog skeleton smiled, beckoning, and it gave in to the call, bent down and rolled - the two were one.

[Tiarana]

when she rolled over the log black powder filled her face, and she sickened and died

[Tiarana]

He was the last one standing on the boulder in the end. (... If I recall correctly)

[Tiarana]

she didn't know what had gored her, but she watched her life's blood flowing freely

[Tiarana]

She sang a song for the kin who wept alone in the dark, a song for the kin too weighed down to sing their own, a song for those who had succumbed to the swamp. A prayer to erase their grief.

[Tiarana]

She flew higher and higher to escape the flames, but they licked at her feathers and blistered her flesh.