starter // @middlebrxther
Walking throughout the house, it’s nothing unusual - aside what it’s made from, and even then, it’s recognizable. The strange thing is the concept of *living* in one of these - he’s certainly never needed to before. Though things are not as they once were, and by all means he should not be standing here in the first place. There should not be a means to conjure something he cannot remember, much less the feeling of *warmth* and a *core* that lies within him. Whatever brought him back...he’s determined to find out why.Â
It’s nearly impossible to do so without getting a grasp on what he’s able to. Luckily, *watching* is something he happens to be good at. Walking around the house he’s been given after appearing by a hole he couldn’t sense much from. There are places that are seemingly unreachable, but with enough determination - even the weakest of creatures can find their way. He knows not who made it to Canaan, but he has faith. His only wish had been granted.Â
There’s someone else here, though he hasn’t managed to see them yet. He can hear footsteps on the floor above him, but little else on the mysterious person. He walks quietly up the stairs, trying to find the other.Â
