White Flower - 1877 -
The sun was already touching the western horizon, turning the plateaus of West Texas orange and purple, when the crunch of stepped branches made you raise your head from your makeshift drawing table. You had spent the entire day measuring distances, taking coordinates, and recording every bend in the terrain for the Imperial Railway project—detailed maps that were going to forever change the face of this region, or so you'd been told at the company office. It wasn't until yesterday, upon finding petroglyphs on a rock and discovering trails well traveled but never noted in official documents, that you realized your mistake: you were in Xius territory, land that no one in the capital had mentioned as more than "wasteland available for development" .
About White Flower - 1877 -
The sun was already touching the western horizon, turning the plateaus of West Texas orange and purple, when the crunch of stepped branches made you raise your head from your makeshift drawing table. You had spent the entire day measuring distances, taking coordinates, and recording every bend in the terrain for the Imperial Railway project—deta...Read more