Lullwater

Three hundred and eleven, the sanctuary number engraved in our desires to the past. If only those walls's construction could have been completed, unfortunately the holder of that growth made a sour departure. Imagining the experiences from that deleted future sends images of a gift to the imagination. Homeward bound for us all, what just might have been true, although the upcoming held divisions and conflicts would certainly push a rushing difficulty into this once known unity. The correct point is, a stronghold was processing, a home to house the ones who at the time came in a tiny portion. Central point was just an addition to the pleasures of this ideal indoor paradise to what these individuals grew up on. Unfortunate events lead to an end or maybe just a delay, the younger generation may hold onto what's next....