Post by truesurrender on Jan 12, 2015 14:33:00 GMT
It was a dark night like any other in this city. The sharp wind blew away the remaining debris of the ruins that people called 'the Portal' it was surrounded by vegetation that had stopped both growing and rotting. The ground was neither fertile nor dead. Nobody really knew why but there had been speculations about a warp in time and space around 'the Portal' It had been there for years and nobody could recall how it actually got there. Of course there were many, different stories about it's existence and origins, but they were all so different. Who could possibly know which was the real story? Ruan couldn't. Even though he had been studying the ancient piece of architecture for years. He often walked late at night, trying to clear his head of all the troublesome things in life but he always ended up being more conflicted and confused as before. Ruan was a loner, one who could fixate on something and give his life to find out about it's secrets, it's stories. And every time he had achieved his goal he felt empty shortly after. The violent wind that cleared his path from trash and vermin rushed through the vacant buildings. It was amazing how different this part of the city was compared to where people actually lived. It was like a disease had spread throughout the place and left no survivors. It was infected. Dying.. | |