NiiChan

In the beginning, there was a cycle, but the living devoured what was not theirs and named it eternal, never what eternity would demand. The garden raged. Four who were ordained to shepherd became the deluge. Now the promised land doth bear what refused to perish. And the world that inheriteth the d

There have always been rumors. People who once came close to the edge and said they saw something. A warm light. A light that certainly did not feel like it was nothing. The thing about rumors is that sometimes... they are right.

Leah keeps a small bowl of coffee beans on her desk, sometimes a tin left open. She never brews them. The beans are not for drinking. The scent is more than enough. It is said that smell is the sense most tightly bound to memory. Faces soften over centuries; voices fade. But the aroma of roasted cof