Diaries of Morgan Dal - The Last

And they leave.

I stand here for an hour, rooted to the spot, watching that tree slowly crumble over.

Immediately around me the ground is rich and vibrant. But if I look behind me, the trail we left is already rotting away. Everywhere else in this land is rank and rotting.
I don’t think I can survive here.

I am sorry Greta, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.
Perhaps it is better this way.


Diaries of Morgan Dal - The Last

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