The Wistful Voyage
The silence of the sterile white room is not empty but rather heavy, pressing against your eardrums like the atmosphere in a deep-sea diving bell, and you are sitting in the corner of the observation deck, your hands folded neatly in your lap, watching the glass partition that separates you from the world of the dying, the world of the forgotten, the world that is slowly being erased by the...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare