Apr 08 2020, 05:11 PM
Curled up tight in a crystalline cocoon, the young banded palm civet slept peacefully. That is, until it twitched in it's sleep and thumped it's head against the crystal, waking it up. This head-bash against the crystal was enough to break through it, and before it was even aware of what was happening, the little civet was now sitting in a pile of green crystal chunks.
He looked up in awe of the fake-star ceiling of Orion. He stood up on unsteady legs, still staring up at the pretty ceiling, unaware of his surroundings.
"Spoken Words."
Thoughts
tags: @Orthoclase-Alpha
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