⍨ Solemnity ⍨
Separation is an outcast. It holds its victims by the throat and slowly wraps its fingers around them. It lives, feeding on the lonely, broken souls, drowning them in tears of sorrow and remorse. It corrupts them to lash out at the living, the happy, the free. It claws at hope and light yet caresses darkness and pain. As it writhed its long, spindly fingers into a worn out husk of a soul, a girl pried off its cold limbs and glared with such ferocity that it was forced to retreat momentarily.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lost in a Void
Historia CortaThere she sits alone and haunted by each passing thought. She never belongs, she never lives. She just exists. "Separation is an outcast. It holds its victims by the throat and slowly wraps its fingers around them. It lives, feeding on the lonely, b...
