Nov 1 · 36 min read

Vesta’s Fire: A Tale of the Eternal Republic — Part Two
*VII*
She was sticky and cold. And wet. The sticky, cold stuff was all around her, heavy, pressing against her face. She couldn’t breath.
She lifted her arms, trying to push at it, but the stuff was slick, too, and it just sank back into whatever holes she made. She batted at it frantically, desperately trying to figure out why she couldn’t move. Why couldn’t she move? She was…

