You're not a rogue, and your rogue isn't here. Still gotta open that door!
A short reflection on eventuality.
The world has ended and most everyone is dead, guess it's time to fulfill an old promise to an old flame.
You are Kleu. You are small. Your body is made of clay, and your self is made of music. You feel strange inside. You may need to say some goodbyes.
So basically it rained and then all the worms came out to hang out on the sidewalk but you were gunna take a walk but then you decided to just go ahead and take the walk but now yo...
A mini-essay on experiences with gifts and gift-giving.
You've been sent to a remote lighthouse to investigate the death of an old woman. What will you find?