Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.