Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain smelled like exhaust and something sweeter, a ghost of jasmine
Nostalgia
Echoes in the Amber Light
The rain always tastes of regret here. Not a sharp, stinging regret,
Crimson Echoes in the Rain
The rain smelled of asphalt and something sweeter, like forgotten promises. It
The Weaver of Lost Memories
The rain always smelled like regret in Aethelgard. Not a violent, angry
Shh... Secrets of the Soft Academy: A Tale of Nostalgia and Noir
There is something deeply evocative about the silence of an afternoon. In
