Cyra's Side WIP, JUST STARTED LEARNING HTML TODAYYY

Time... is fiction. So, why don't you come lay down with me in this pitch-bending film-loop, and let the acid rain beat down on our bodies.

in a world strapped for space, the only place to build is up. what do the lowest of the low scurry down to?

A big load of text

This is my little bunker hidden under the wiriing of our modern-age Internet.

Here are some of my characters:

• Cyra
• Grace
• Mal