Literature
Letter
It is quite the hard task to try and comprehend these messy thoughts... But why not? We have forever. Not a single second wasted will make the difference when time comes.
Let us talk and share tales, alright? It will be... better that way. It is not that we are lying, it is not something to fear. Like flies.
Dominus was the name he had scribbled down in his documents, not sure about his name. He had never really been called anything before, other than the weird string of sounds the mobs made when referring to him: Serhuhalih which meant nothing to him.
He was a short, chubby boy wearing weird,colorful clothes sewn roughly by inexp