Tessa Merchant
Joined August 2022
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Just a young woman who dabbles in words.
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Dystopian depths
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I'd always imagined sleep to be a temporary emancipation of our souls from our bodies, snatched from their very cores and hurled into the dark depths of the unknown to ebb and flow along the fabric of space-time, interacting with whichever other souls they drifted by.
By Tessa Merchant2 years ago in Fiction