HiveComb

_{This is a start of a character I have created called “Memora” in which will consist of 3 parts of writings with different illustrations about the character to accompany the reading. Everything that will be here is of my authorship.}

Let's walk and explore what we have left in the surroundings; look! what is there, an endless number of lonely shadows around that withered tree, it is conservative and captivating to observe how our feelings are dying so that we can be consumed by depression. All those who have come this far are in this abandoned place, sadly for my existence I still don't know why I can't be with them.

Están aquí por las consecuencias de sus acciones; decidieron tomar el camino del abandono y no sentir más sus corazones indecisos, se arrebataron lo poco que les quedaba de espíritu; y se consumieron a sí mismos sin parar. Por aquí yacen y yacerán; porque son de lo que fueron alguna vez estando vivos sentimentalmente. Todavía no se porque no estoy con ellos...

They are here because of the consequences of their actions; they decided to take the path of abandonment and no longer feel their undecided hearts, they snatched what little spirit they had left; and they consumed themselves without stopping. Here they lie and will lie; for they are of what they were once sentimentally alive. I still do not know why I am not with them...