But who knows dreamers?
Hopes pinned to this moon in blue
Caught in dreamer's pull
About the Creator
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA2 days ago in Fiction
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