Chapter I: I Love the Smell of Lignin in the Morning!

Finn Haley

2/11/20231 min read

While browsing this discord server you happen to enter a dimly lit room with a table and a chair. You sit down and before you a there's a ragged scroll text telling truths form ancient times.

You get in closer to inspect it. As you unroll to read it, you notice the paper is torn at the edges and yellowed with age. No one has opened this in a while. You get a shiver down your spine as you sense the smell of lignin. You stop and think about how close the old paper scent is to sweet vanilla as you start deciphering the old text in the scroll.