PfP by @oceanoceanart
"The wind here is thick with the feeling of flesh turned in an instant to a fine mist, dispersed by the passing breeze and settled upon the flora. Do you suppose he thinks now? Or is his soul divided amongst the ferns and shared with the fungi."
"The wind here is thick with the feeling of flesh turned in an instant to a fine mist, dispersed by the passing breeze and settled upon the flora. Do you suppose he thinks now? Or is his soul divided amongst the ferns and shared with the fungi."