Sarah Codache

I can feel myself ranging spring waters inside me when seeing multiple objects made from wood. I cannot explain why my body negatively reacted to those kinds, but the water and winds I cast were uncontrollable. While the cold air went spiraling, I was questioning myself about its sudden dense appearance. It makes the water more powerful.

I was in a mood of making temperature liquid, creating diverse water waves in the air when a loud clang of sharp flat object opened as it slang unto the ceiling. It created noise of heavy air passing inside the room.

A familiar whisper of uncomfortable scent reached my nostrills when...