All things come, all things go. Never quick, never slow. Some things creep yet others weave so gently through the night into the waiting dawn where we can no longer follow. And in life, no cycle comes without an eternal end.
Art-trade for noctem-tenebris
Art ©me
Jathir©noctem
digital
digital
digital
Art-trade with orangesabor.
Art ©me
Bee Fae©orangesabor
Soldanus ©me
"Oh, my waking world
I leave you for a girl
Cast away into this blight
Swimming blindly through the night.
Now my heart is bound
Like a plague upon this sound"
- The Family Crest, "Beneath the Brine"
"Oh, my waking world
I leave you for a girl
Cast away into this blight
Swimming blindly through the night.
Now my heart is bound
Like a plague upon this sound"
- The Family Crest, "Beneath the Brine"
All things come, all things go. Never quick, never slow. Some things creep yet others weave so gently through the night into the waiting dawn where we can no longer follow. And in life, no cycle comes without an eternal end.
Art-trade for noctem-tenebris
Art ©me
Jathir©noctem
digital
digital
digital
Art-trade with orangesabor.
Art ©me
Bee Fae©orangesabor
Soldanus ©me
"Oh, my waking world
I leave you for a girl
Cast away into this blight
Swimming blindly through the night.
Now my heart is bound
Like a plague upon this sound"
- The Family Crest, "Beneath the Brine"
"Oh, my waking world
I leave you for a girl
Cast away into this blight
Swimming blindly through the night.
Now my heart is bound
Like a plague upon this sound"
- The Family Crest, "Beneath the Brine"