I want to try it; I want to know if this damn coin can bring me back.
A motif of people—what the fuck does that even mean?
"Kenny?" the commander asked, looking at me as I was lost in my own thoughts.
"Bring him into the cave," I said, glancing at the wheezing Mr. Azlan, who clearly needed some rest.
The commander looked at the crystalline figure still imitating Mr. Aslan.
"Don't care about him," I said, standing up as well.
The commander went to work and lifted Mr. Aslan up. When he took a step, we all watched the figure that moved just the same, except it moved over the ground.
As if the little grass and earth crystals were carrying him, or maybe it was his own body that had developed little legs while being in a position similar to a 'princess carry.'
"What the fuck?" I took a step toward the figure, bending down to see if I could figure out how it was moving right beside the commander.
