words are fragile things, but somehow, contradictorily, unbreakable.

if some traces of ours remain:

in stone, in wood, in wind, in memory

even if only our bleached bones remain, or perhaps nothing at all

We will be immortal.

not through who we are, but what we left behind.

Hello! I'm Althyrnn. I write because I have too many 'what-if' questions, and no one to answer them but the subconscious muse existing in the back of my mind. Unfortunately, the subconscious muse existing in the back of mind doesn't know grammar (or plot, or literary devices, or any of that nice stuff that's great for writing.) So it takes a long time. Fortunately, I like to think the end result is worth it.

Although I haven't written anything yet, I'm still hanging around. Feel free to PM me if you want to chat or something.

I honestly have no idea why you're looking at this page (unless you're a stalker, in which case, hi), but thanks for looking. I hope I gave you whatever you were looking for. But considering you were on fanfiction.net, you were probably looking for fanfiction, which I don't have any of. Whoops.