River works as a composer/multi-instrumentalist. He likes to write in his free time.
Upon this day he walks. Emptiness enshrouds his disembodiment like vortices of cool water softly spiraling in a wake. Each step belies an incredible weight, life, trembling beneath him. The ground, soft and marshy, barely feels a thing as he glides over its surface. He becomes as leaves gently tumbling in the breeze, traversing the mossy muck.
By River5 years ago in Fiction
