Krysten Krane “Y'know, that does explain a lot.”           Section 1: Splinter White. Ceiling. Ceiling? No, wall. Lying sideways, not facing up. Ow, ribs. Arms. Legs. Everything hurts, ow, fuck. Heart. Woooaahh okay, heart, chill. That's fast. That's very fast. I sit up, head hanging, chin resting on my chest and … Continue reading Obsidian – Krysten Krane