gingko is a tree with fan shaped leaves which turn a beautiful homogenous gold in the fall. lots of fruits fall from the gingkos right outside my past home by the lindje. gingko is native to lakta, but the one i know well is from nachria.

gingko likes tea and has a soft voice and a soft face. she has very small handwriting and sometimes sends letters to people.

sometimes we walked in the morning to the cavern. how did we end up here?

you exist in the world. you talk about distant events and people. when you take my mind to these places i feel as if i’m in the world too, which is a nice feeling to have.

you’re a builder. does it feel good to make something that people use? you’re inspiring. what would it take for me to become a builder too?

looking back, i met you when i was softest… when i was most wary of the world. if it was anyone but you, maybe i would have been stuck there forever.