Ozyletter03
I die, my sweet. Time moves slowly here, but the seasons and years fade together. It seems ages since I smelled your perfume or held a lock of your hair close to my chest. So long, so long ago.
We hear nothing from the south, no news or rumors; all is quiet. We retreated to a silent place, and now that silence is a curse. Crinis left to find word, or perhaps to go to the aid of the others. She has not returned. We do not know if the demon hordes that attack our walls nightly took her, or if she is living in peace in the capital. One or two have tried to follow, but they too have vanished. ... How did we fall so far?
(more to come)
