prolouge https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1327047160 first https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1327392602 previous https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1328111825 next : soon Before you start reading this, let's get a few things straight: ~ I AM NOT MENTALLY ILL ~ I AM NOT DEPRESSED ~ I AM WRITING THIS BECAUSE REALITY SUCKS , AND ANOTHER REASON WHY I JOIN FLAMECLAN RP. ~ Thank you for your understanding, that also my writing style. now back to the story. Notes: I opened the door it's just another meadow, I sigh, it's better than nothing Back in reality, people called, me "Dry," " emotionless" no going to lie, I am. The meadow is blurrier than the one behind me . I turn, an young adult waits, "my child , my name is reality, please come, please, for the sake of your life." Reality said , she had no face, a hand reaching for mine I take it. PS : I feel numb
