I thought it was all so simple. I suppose that, in retrospect, it's really not.
sift through time, you know. Ever changing and moving and creating
these beautiful landscapes. They all tell stories, those specks of
sand. Trod on, blown about, kicked and, well, if this is a verb,
I suppose laying here is not a good idea, but
it's the best I can do. You see, this all started with one simple
whimsical bet that I had with this knight and a princess. It was, as I
thought, an assured thing. But when I get to thinking about it, I'm
pretty sure they played me.
So. Now I know what starvation
is like. I also know that scorpions aren't all that bad once you get
to know them. Unless, of course, you're me.