our sins are washed away
Saiden blinked as the fog rolled over him again. Scratching the back of his head, he narrowed his eyes as he tried to see something in the all-consuming white.
What he saw what more white, but something was different about it. There were two branching paths. Looking between the two, he shrugged. Then he set out on the left one, whistling a tune and keeping an eye out for whatever had made the sound up ahead.
Saiden goes left.
What he saw what more white, but something was different about it. There were two branching paths. Looking between the two, he shrugged. Then he set out on the left one, whistling a tune and keeping an eye out for whatever had made the sound up ahead.
Saiden goes left.
