MysticSparkleWings

Following the lure of the multi-colored butterflies, I ended up past the old part of town and in the outskirts, where the buildings were falling apart and even the old stone paths were very much fading into the tall grass and dirt. The air around me hummed with the memories packed into the dark, decaying structures and even in the ground beneath my feet, more feeling than a sound.    Unlike the parts of town where all the people were, busy making fresh memories over top of old ones and so on, here the sensation was more bearable and easy. The past so far gone that the calls were quieter, without the loud fresh ones to compete with, and the e