Waterlogged - Watery Truth
I stood back, away from the pillar I had just been reading, and turned to the old figure slouched on the ground nearby. He was breathing raggedly, his voice the only sound that could be heard. The only sound, besides the drizzle of water falling from...
Waterlogged - Not a Waterfall
Hmm. Was it somewhat familiar? No, that couldn't be it, this was a tale I'd never heard before. The fontface was correct, and sentence structure matched up with past pieces. "The story's not quite done," I thought to myself. Catching a familiar scent,...
Waterlogged - Proxy
"Time to begin," I told myself. Two days passed by since my friend left; he had completely disappeared into this infernal maze. When we two had arrived, he just ran straight on inside. Now, an inscription jutted vertically into a surface before...