4/1/2026, 3:43 AM
MOJAVE
Mojave'd never had a dream like this before. It was too real, it was too vivid- how could he not act? It was not as though he did not remember a time where he had encountered stranger, certainly, this was his calling. Of the doors presented to him the first had coaxed him forward, and forward he leapt.
The songs, the howling, it brought back clouded memories of a time when he was younger. A warm feeling rose in his chest; he had to contribute. Whatever this was, though he new little of this place, it reminded him of hope. Mojave joined in, howling toward the sky for the first time in a long time.
MOJAVE
