There is something in the air. Something that I can’t quite comprehend. It is familiar, but not. The same, but different. Like that of roses, stationed under an old bridge. What is it? What is my heart telling me?
Must I stop my pursuit for but a moment? For what purpose?
Ouch. Well… I’ve nothing to offer besides my flag, which burns endlessly, but that would be the equivalent of hitting you over the head. So.
I am at a lost on what to do. Perhaps I should leave you here before my respite ends and my run continues, but that is rather impolite.
@GILDEDCHEVALIER
My sister was a monarch. She ruled our residence with cigarette smoke and unlocked doors. Ironically, however, she wasn’t home most of the time. When she was, though, I did everything I could to appease her ego. I’ll never see her again,
And I’m happy for it.