What matters is this:
I haven't smiled in ten years.
The compass is back to pointing at my heart. broken compass rpg pdf
Ships that sail east wake up in deserts of clockwork sand. Explorers following a bearing find the same village three times, each time more decayed. The only reliable direction is the one your gut gives you—and your gut is terrified. What matters is this: I haven't smiled in ten years
We opened the crates. Inside: nothing but mirrors. Each one showed a different version of us. In one, I was king. In another, I was drowning. In the third, I was smiling. I was king. In another