The quiet rumbling of the train was his only company, his lonely cart largely ignored the duration of the trip thus far. Rem hunched forward in his seat, biting on his lower lip. Fingers gripped the rail of the seat before him. He'd been at it for an hour now, and his stark white knuckles were the proof. It was like this every single time Remien rode the Challenger Underground Rail Line - and anytime he got even remotely close to large expanses of water. It didn't matter, in this case, that tunnels of rock separated him from the sea. It was there, all around him, and he knew it.
A flash of red, followed by the familiar wet nose of a friendly
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Literature
IPL || VS Rob
The day had started peacefully enough. The sun was shining, the air warm; the Pidgey were out in droves enjoying the start of spring, their songs a pleasing lilt for those just waking up this early morning. The forest floor was speckled with light and life. There was plenty to see, to enjoy-
and plenty to discover.
Flipping over to the next page in his notebook, Remien sketched a crude picture of fungi growing on a fallen log. He smiled as he drew - the mushrooms, he thought, were kind of cute, and reminded him of the old man he'd escorted across Hoenn a few months back. Heh.
Crouching down for a closer look, Rem was interrupted by the sof