Eternity is written with every step, and one look only but a single day to stare upon it.
The never ending halls of the Liminal Blind knew no bounds of cleanliness. Such long walks held an earnest magnet for dust. The brunette would meander down those long corridors, equipped with her uniform and a feather duster. A flick against a shelf sees the slight fluff of soot from a bookshelf as the only main fixture in a hallway far too long. White floors that stretched, rooms that all looked the same. Not many would brave such a task, and even less would be able to navigate it. The click of thos