Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191121050911

@Everyone

Prad had returned to this room. This one room, once concealed for him where none may see him, but where all might forget of the young.

On a chair of an old architecture, given by an older entity. Masked in lions, the armrests remain, so well constrcuted that they luster in their prime. Prad showers the room a morose gaze "I...forgot to thank him for this. I forgot to thank him for his words. So many things I forgot to tell him..."

Words forever lost to the Current to a man forever lost to limbo. Prad contemplates his dwidling solace. Tonight would be his last. His very last...