Las Vegas. Day 801 since the Day of Z. The once glorious city of sin, full of neon lights, tourists, wealth, and popular culture stars that might have passed their prime. Last time I was here, I was with him, the man who swept me off my feet, the one I could not keep my hands off of. I was the simple yet flawless, plain yet incomparably beautiful girl by his side, with my hands holding his arms and my immaculate body in his favorite dresses. Now, I am here once again, when it is half buried in sand, but as a warrior woman, code name Slaylenna.
Dry Storm
Dry Storm
Dry Storm
Las Vegas. Day 801 since the Day of Z. The once glorious city of sin, full of neon lights, tourists, wealth, and popular culture stars that might have passed their prime. Last time I was here, I was with him, the man who swept me off my feet, the one I could not keep my hands off of. I was the simple yet flawless, plain yet incomparably beautiful girl by his side, with my hands holding his arms and my immaculate body in his favorite dresses. Now, I am here once again, when it is half buried in sand, but as a warrior woman, code name Slaylenna.