Shards Of Reminisce

All these broken shards of memories barely make sense, but they all seem to be part of the same picture, like the shattered moon in the sky. Maybe if I can gather enough of them, I'll finally know who I am or at least, who I was supposed to be. And why are these ears so fluffy and ticklish? Wait, ears? Fluffy ears? -------------------------- Slow burn --------------------------- Crossposted in FF and QQ Cover art done by Afarey_g — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Shards Of Reminisce — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠