#sand 10

What Aysha once knew as Cotes Ward had, like all the rest of Spirale, gone through quite the alarming transformation. Dense, nonsensical forest filled every corner of the area, broken up only by lonely roads that led to the center of the ward. 

It’s as she’s wandering one of these roads that she pulls out her phone. Her ears tick down as she scrolls through her contacts. If Sand is still in the city, he’d be in this area. Finally, she gets to his name. She stops walking, staring at the name for a moment, working up the courage to click it and start typing. 

[To: Sand]

[From: Aysha]

[txt] Sand?