Come Be With Me, The End Is Here
Wide-eyed, he studied the frog as if it were a messenger from this new world.
It reminded him of the creatures on Daun—different in shape, but kindred in spirit, fragile and fierce all at once. He let the frog go, watching it disappear into the wet grass. A soft smile tugged at his lips. Every small encounter, every new scent or sound, made Bastion feel a pang of sadness for the people of this world. Didn’t they realize how precious it all was? As he closed the shuttle and headed back toward his nest, he wondered, “How could they take it all for granted, something filled with so much wild, aching beauty?”
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