Netherland ravels and unveils is palm before us. Nighthawks shater nightsky, inmense and vast on his fresh redemption of souls. You’ll see.
Craft this darkness I give you: make it sharper. Make it cut every soulwarden loose, every chantic ever sung, and every word you’d ever own. Open the dream, trim the Tapestry.
Free yourself.
domingo, 25 de enero de 2009