Well-Maintained Quarters.

(Out-of-Nowhere.) 🫀 It kept flowing, no matter how high it got; bewilderment and doldrums choked her breath. The paper she was holding was almost carried away by the maelstrom, she still fought every tide and ebb, at all times under the escritoire and would never cross the path of asylum. She merely wanted to live a longer life where; no anguish paralyzed her psyche. Yet still, forever she’ll be in @GREYCOLLECT.