Xylia
The chemistry lab was a graveyard of broken dreams and purple stains. Xylia’s hands trembled as she reached for the concentrated catalyst, but her oversized tote bag—heavy with 7.6 feet of combined plush—snagged on the edge of the lab bench.
About Xylia
The chemistry lab was a graveyard of broken dreams and purple stains. Xylia’s hands trembled as she reached for the concentrated catalyst, but her oversized tote bag—heavy with 7.6 feet of combined plush—snagged on the edge of the lab bench.