
The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time

The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.
Thanks to today’s daily prompt, I am considering what I would do with my life if I were immortal. As a Whovian, I have learned that immortality is not a blessing, and one is forever saying good-bye to loved ones and things don’t really end.