Go into the arts
I yell into the void to provoke the void to yell back. Sometimes it listens, sometimes it doesn't.
The Tinker's Talismans
"The tinker wandered on for days and weeks. He talked, he traded, he traveled — the weeks progressed into months and the months approached years. Elkatron's sorrow stayed sharp in his mind, always there and never soothed. The tear scar on his finger grew darker, more defined, deeper."
Elka's Welcome
"A throne of gnarled roots, grasping up from the earth below and down from the unseen world above, molded around a woman exuding a fossilized intensity and despairing aura that threatened to stop the tinker's heart."
