Articles by Yael Kandar

HARANGIR'S CHOSEN ~All that glitters is gold//And it makes me wonder~ TATOOINE, ARKANIS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES What is waiting to be told: the return of hope. But now time is counting down to an end, not a birth; there is, too, a weariness to be mentioned, a general fatigue so...

THE SLOW RUSH ~I believed without a question, always//Never speak of the time that you left us alone~ TIPOCA CITY, KAMINO, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE A frantically bright white light welcomed me back to the land of the living. Machines stuffed with flowing liquids of all colors and forms...