uros pražak // d5 // cbd 1 // fin

Like an untold story, you are unspoken to the world around you. Another face in the crowd of misfits. You are an echo in the world, a tale waiting to be unraveled and spoken for the first time. Your Babi always spoke of tales long since gone. Stories about Deda when the skies were more blue and the air could be felt upon the skin. Days spent listening to the past wrapped around your heart, bleeding into the ink of your own skin to come forth in spoken tales. On the steepest hill in Five, you and Babi reside in a wealthy shack of a place where your parents keep the two of you as if you were prized possessions to be hidden away.

You are a boy who doesn't go out. You reside in the house for Babi. Always asked by Ma and Pa to take care of her in her old age. You never minded. The stories were always apart of your childhood. Days spent listening to Babi talk of the olden days. She'd tell you about the monsters residing in the shadows. The ways to protect one's self from the monsters both real and fake. You'd always loved being around her. She'd been there the day that Five mourned. A dead victor lost in time; Babi always swore Patricia Valefierno would disappear. Plucked from the earth like the beets you've helped nourish outside. The world was an unkind place according to Babi and you believed her every word. Hell, you've seen it with your own two eyes. Lucky enough to no have to worry about those hardships. A Ma and Pa who worked hard in the industry to ensure you'd never have to face the hard truths of the world.

You reside as an untold tale; locked away in a book of your own.