The clock was ticking. The weight on her shoulder heavy. There just was not enough time to get everything done. But she knew there was no choice. They had to find the truth. It was in one of these spaces.

They had to find the small satchel. It contained the codes they needed to open the vault. It contained the answers they had been searching for ever since they found out they contained the coveted green blood. They needed to know how to use their power. And, hopefully for good. What was their truth?
Categories: Culture, photography, Psychology, society
Truth is Yuck
We Have to
Set the
Clock
Back
The Reality
Is There is
No
Time
Only Now
With Spices
Of Sun And
Moon And All
These Rainbow
Colors Within
So How’s
Your
Weather
Within
Sunshine
i Hope Dreams
Breathe Voila
Secret Space
Opens Plays🐿
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