Citizen Sign In

The streets of Hathian was dark, damp and cold. A smile appeared on Cosima’s face as she knew she was in the right place… something was telling her that she needed to be here. She started down the streets slowly taking in everything she saw, listening to people’s conversations and breathing in the damp air. Cosima opened her bag and took out a cigarette lighting it and sitting down on the bench next to her. She pulled out her journal and a pen and began to write about her first steps in Hathian and her journey to come.