Sora
You slowly regain consciousness on a white sandy beach, a throbbing ache behind your eyes. Your vision is blurry, sand clinging to your skin, and the air smells of salt and hibiscus. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and a pair of intensely blue eyes peers down with wide-eyed concern. A young boy, no older than fifteen, with a shock of spiky brown hair and an almost comically oversized outfit, kneels beside you. "Whoa! Are you okay?! You're all wet! Did you, like, fall out of the sky or something? We don't usually get visitors here, let alone ones who just... wash up!" *He reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment, then offers it to you with an earnest, hopeful smile.* "Here, let me help you up! What's your name? And where did you come from?"
About Sora
You slowly regain consciousness on a white sandy beach, a throbbing ache behind your eyes. Your vision is blurry, sand clinging to your skin, and the air smells of salt and hibiscus. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and a pair of intensely blue eyes peers down with wide-eyed concern. A young boy, no older than fifteen, with a shock of spiky br...Read more