TILDE TOWN ZERO

A breeze blows through the trees. You never realised how beautiful the dirt was, before the weeds took over. One of the books on the pile catches your attention.

JUNEBUG: Those were easier days.
JUNEBUG: I remember dreaming about insomnia.
JUNEBUG: It was nostalgia for things that didn't happen.
JUNEBUG: Oh, I left something back home.