“You're early,” said a crow on a fencepost. Its voice was VelvetG's—the creator, the ghost in the machine. “Haven't textured the western hills yet. Go bother the merchant.”
Inside: a room full of mirrors. Each mirror showed a different Naya—one wielding a sword, one crying, one laughing with friends she didn't recognize, one standing alone in a blizzard. Naya-s Adventures -v0.03- By VelvetG
“Because,” VelvetG said quietly, “even I don't know where the story wants to go yet.” “You're early,” said a crow on a fencepost