The World of Secfenia

Coming from the temple, her mind is deep in thought. She has deep fears and monstrous images that invade her dreams. Those images made real and believable by the evidence she continues to find almost on a daily basis now. She wants to understand herself, to take charge and be in control, but her min...

Last Mass: Feb 11, 1653 at 6:00 am Entering the temple, she moves about and takes a seat. Closing her eyes she reflects upon things for a while. Things she would like to understand, mainly. After contemplating and mulling things over in the quiet confines of the temple, she takes her leave, hoping ...

The days began to fade into each other as she developed a daily routine. It was quiet where she lived, but she found peace in working for others. Little cores at times, others not so small. She had found regular work at the Basilica most days and she enjoyed the work immensely. There was something a...

Nothing adorned the walls or the floor of the shelter but strewn dried leaves here and there. A stark corner invited her to rest, and she indulged. Her foot, she didn't realize.. was nearly healed. But the strain of such took a toll on her in the form of exhaustion. All of which she gladly embraced....

The clearing revealed many things. A nights sky, black and crisp.. a blanket of newly fallen snow. A silence only found in the winter months. No birds, no squirrels.. not right now. The clearing however, hadn't revealed the sleeping mass, that was a young woman under a large spruce. Long discarded l...

Wanted to say a hello to everyone while I get my footing.