About Me

she/her, 27

"Everything altered.

The room was the same as it had always been,

night and morning, day after day for as long as Sarah could remember, but she was seeing it with new eyes.

It was all fabricated from pieces of scrap, everything was rubbish, relics.

All her things, the furniture, even the walls, the whole room was a garbage heap,

a dead shrine to a spirit that had fled."

Labyrinth, A.C.H. Smith