16 years old


  • Pronouns

    Walking towards the community building, I find myself growing nervous. I see the signs for the support groups, one for each species. As I get closer I see them, the humans.

  • The Cloud Painters

    Once upon a time, long ago, the sky was a clear crystal blue. Every day, when the sun rose, the sky was pure blue no matter what time of year. No clouds in sight, and therefore, no weather besides sunny shine.