Like a genetic memory etched into his being, he felt dread. A field of flowers and a weapon in his hand. A place like this could break him, like it had broken another man. The cosmetic differences meant nothing if the basic shape was the same. A carpet of flowers, some petals swept up into the air as if gravity had reversed. A lone figure standing across from him. His entire world could come apart just like this.
Bookmarked by acherontic
15 Jul 2019