She didn’t have much, not even a pair of shoes. The soles of her feet ran dry, but they were her shield and with them, she learned to journey, and journey she did, through all types of terrain. Her shoes might have been rough and calloused, but they were strong, and they were her weapon against this cruel and insane world. Having lost her bearings, she too wandered into the shadows of the ground below and for the first time, found solace.
Tundra
The Darkest Hour
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