by great_sloth
A whim of fate—or the will of god? Under the blue moon an estranged soul awakened in a wretched body. Strange sights, uncomfortable smells, and hushed voices assaulted his senses, each one is a cruel reminder that the life of comfort was gone. He had no choice but to hope that his unceasing steps would lead him to a brighter place. ••• Updates every Monday or Thursday, or maybe more if I am in a good mood. Posting on both Scribblehub and Royal Road.
Follow the story's audience level and its rate of change.
Current followers
Follower change
Current views
View change
Jun 2, 12:00 – Jun 3, 00:00 UTC
Completed 12-hour window
0
followers in this window
In the selected period, the story gained 0.0 followers per 1,000 additional views.
