Isabela - Day 7
The air was warm, humid, heavy. The room seemed to be charged with invisible particles of dust and ashes, making it difficult to breathe,...
The air was warm, humid, heavy. The room seemed to be charged with invisible particles of dust and ashes, making it difficult to breathe,...
Je n’existe pas. J’existerais peut-être seulement en pensée. Et de ma vie, il ne restera qu’une série d’images, de progrès et de...
I had been sleeping in an underwater cave for a long time, so long that I found my tail wholly buried in sand and dirt when I was woken...