the structure was quite amazing. Quartz inscribed it, the aesthetics of the object far from crusty or worn - at least in my book. It was massive, neck craning upward so that I may properly view it. Jowls fell ajar loosely at the mighty monument, and I noticed a ridged pathway which wound upward. Hm, I wondered what on earth it was. I cautiously approached the staircase, velvety ashen nose jutting back and forth with some grace, contracting the array of scents which I just couldn't barely discern. No matter, one day I would be able to label these differentiating files. A gangly paw landed on the bottom step, as jaded lenses observed my surroundings with impeccable alertness and vigilance. Slowly but surely I tackled the stairs, following them all the way up this massive thing. After some time of glacially climbing the pathway, there at the end of it all was a room. I slowly entered it, eyes darting about as the glow of my gemstone lit my pathway. I wondered why this thing was and how it got here. I explored the room entirely. Every nook and cranny was not without my inspection, before coming to the middle of the room and laying with ease and feline grace - however riddled in the clumsiness of an adolescent.


My posture mimicked cancer's the day I'd met him, regal and proud. Forelimbs jutted outward from my chest as my head remained upright. My hind appendages lay lazily out, tufted tassel flicked about with content as I simply looked around for entertainment. I quite liked it here, may even claim it as my own as cancer claimed the throne his. Was that possible? I was sure visitors were to come but why not act as though this room was my own? I'd come here when I'd finished traveling, or perhaps to escape the woes and troubles of life as a gembound. No matter my cause, I quite enjoyed this. A small smirk now caressed onyx lined lips as I continued to gaze at everything with the utmost appreciation.

"spoken words."