Cover
Pre Birth
Birth
Living
Birthed
“You gotta go back!”
Later
“Alright, lie down already!”
“Dad! Why is your knife always sharp?”
“Good morning!”
Cassio woke up
The tribe was some kind of commune with hierachies
The children and the women went out to plant crops
It was the beginning of winter
Kill all Trees
Kill all Narratives
Kill all Fish
Kill the Frail
Kill all Crops
Rebirth
Ralldor
Everything
Impressum
In the beginning was the darkness. And water, for sure.
Well, he knew he had to get ready. In what world does he want to get born into, or better, his children?
Does it matter? Or, is this changeable?
Is trying actually enough?
Of course not. We cannot and we don’t. All we do is say and think that we do.
He doesn’t even remember his birth. His grandma sure does. And his mother.
He doesn’t want to remember his mother, though.
If there was more weakness, she would kill herself.