>: cяєscєиᗪσ :<

_{Drip; drip; drip.
     Silent was this place when he was last here–but that was five years ago, of course. DeepGround was only just extinct now, with the only ashes of their existence in the bones that litter the streets here.
     Bones that–he–had felled. Down the rabbit hole, never to come back again; follow the rabbit to h e l l, were you not completely mad with it a l r e a d y. Bloodlust and the urge for the rain and sky drove a person insane, had he lived in the shadows for ever. Looking at the claw marks on the bricks around the entrance to Shin-Ra’s best kept secret, he fingers them gently.
     Drip; drip; drip.
     To be completely honest: ’I expected this place to go down in flames…not rot away with water. Why…does Reeve allow this place to exist?‘ It remains a question he cannot answer. The director of the regenesis program remains his friend, though his slow methods bring queries.
     This door, however, was opened. And recently–the mold on the floor has been scratched away by the heavy entry being opened. The falling water from the downpours of spring have not yet been allowed time to cover up the miscreant.
     Drip; drip; drip.
     It is like a doomsday clock, sounding the wary air of a cloak rising about his face as his shoulders hunch, as he prepares himself to enter.
     drip;
                    DRip;
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                                          –DRiP.}

7 years ago, 05/05/14
#ceniizas #starter; #[Kind of became carried away; oops.]