"Be betwixt to bequeath; 'twas a trick, not a treat. The hands will not stop nor shall they sway- no mere halfie shall stand in their way." NANOWRIMO 2017 ⤟ Cassandra: her home is an asylum where all her sanity dies. She hears and sees things that don't belong inside. She taps away, fearful the world will stop- For if the world quits, saving is something she just cannot. ⤠ Cass: in the midst of running away from the orphanage she grew up in. No one understands what it's like to be alone, and even if they wanted to listen, she couldn't tell them. For the world stills as she does. One move and it can send it crashing down like the sand in the hourglass. "ʎɐʍ ɹᴉǝɥʇ uᴉ puɐʇs llɐɥs ǝᴉɟlɐɥ ǝɹǝɯ ou -ʎɐʍs ʎǝɥʇ llɐɥs ɹou doʇs ʇou llᴉʍ spuɐɥ ǝɥʇ ˙ʇɐǝɹʇ ɐ ʇou 'ʞɔᴉɹʇ ɐ sɐʍʇ, ;ɥʇɐǝnbǝq oʇ ʇxᴉʍʇǝq ǝq"