[the woman standing on the Plane is currently staring at what remains of the forest, arms at her side. she doesn't quite look right, though; there's a fuzziness about her edges, a distinct greyness to her skin.

hello, Plane. it's been a while since the TARDIS came 'round, content instead to stay in her own reality with her Doctor]

Have I been gone so long this place has given way to the test of time, or has rampant destruction become the norm?




[ooc; TARDIS is back with a new journal~]