You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
So i sit down and Tell here my Stories.
Before i decided to go back home for a short view of what could have changed, i were an Adventurer.
Because of that i had many Stories to tell.
So i told my Grandmother my soul of my tung.
I told her everything. About War, loos, winning and still loosing, love, hatred that consumed the Person and took her soul in the end and so many more stories that i forgot the Time.
A few Hours Later i sayed my final Goodbye to this world and every person that where in my Past.
Then i head over to the crack in reality that i found a few Months earlier.
After a long journey off half a Year i finally where back at the Crack.
I studied it for a few Years and found many astonishing things.
In the end the only thing i didn't know was what where on the other side of it.
After a long Time i finally decided to jump into the Crack.
The Last thing i saw before everything went Black were the Clouds and a Sea under me.
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