HOUSE OF AIR
A Tell of Six... Time passed, I stopped growing, the catchers did not, when I dreamt of earth I traded, when I dreamt of water I created, when my body temperature would rise I gifted nightmares where I should, these dreams guiding me to another exit. I traveled until her whisper came, she used no words, but a sense of heat, devoid of air, leading me to them; Earth. Water. Fire.