In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
“Extra ghugni, no chilis,” he confirmed, his cyber-enhanced eyes ever judging.
Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.