With the subtle chill of Burrowgatory, came the fall. The flutter of the fiery foliage, the crunching leaves under one’s feet and, for Sophia, a sense of familiarity. Compared to her hometown, Burrowgatory was certainly a lot warmer, a lot more lively, a lot more… alive. Unlike her hometown, Burrowgatory seemed to be the perfect life that Sophia desired, that she observed.
As the wind shifts, Sophia gazes upon the...
