Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39095121-20191107044157/@comment-39095121-20191108201247

Outburst was sitting at the edge of a cliff, one khopesh sword in his hand and his other hand resting on his lap. Hoping that his old friend would come back soon, he can't remember her name because Burst took that memory when they separated bodies. The night sky was full of burning white lights, giving a dim blue light on everything.