Let me make you a world to see. Reality is anyways always there. Wanna tag along?
The Dead Civilization
Ila sat against the wall, whirling the semi loaded revolver in her hand. Am I really just a ghost in time? The full moon flooded her bedroom, glistening against the greenish gold bindi on her forehead and outlined her pointed ears vividly. Even in that chilly temperature, she sweated like it was midsummer. A secluded shack atop the jungles in the cliff. This dreary house was probably the most Ila felt a sense of belonging in. As it overlooked the city below from a hilltop, the distance in between them dampened the din of the raucous nightlife. It almost brought a death like serenity, if not for her teenage daughter Isha turning around in her sheets constantly through the night. Probably the pain is still getting to her. Ila looked over with fondness at her offspring. At Least her pain will end once her ear has fully transformed. Maybe she should have left her in her father’s custody. If so, Isha could have gotten the best of medical attention to dampen the pain for her. After all, he was a council member. There was much power he could wield. No! A lion reared with the lambs will believe itself to be one!