Spoken word poetry. Shine for me, be the light in our darkness, and let us write our own stories for ourselves.

The future is a strange thing, much akin to the unknown. For every beginning that ends, a new end begins. Finale deconstruction; dark.

Twenty-six alphabetical drabbles to commemorate the one and only Slaine Troyard's birthday. Spoilers for Second Cour; mostly one-sided SureAse.

In a world where many things are artificial or nonexistent, the real things matter most. Even the little ones. Drabble collection.