In the beginning there was nothing but white. How boring. Everywhere you looked. Up, down, left, right, forward, back. White as starlight, as a full moon, as the coldest snow. Barren and empty.
Then the first ink droplet fell.
In the beginning there was nothing but white. How boring. Everywhere you looked. Up, down, left, right, forward, back. White as starlight, as a full moon, as the coldest snow. Barren and empty.
Then the first ink droplet fell.
,,Zbláznila jsem se?"
,,Prosím podepiš to ať to můžeme mít z krku."
,,Budu se vdávat."
tento příběh je třetí z této série, netuším jak moc Vás to bude stále bavit a kolik bude kapitol.