Change

The spring, sea of branches, spreads glimmers of fire among future leaves. It’s getting late. Velvet veils of twilight pour over peaks. I draw my sword. The blade stabs the air and lets new dreams cut my shrowds. It’s time for a change, immortality is waiting beyond the...See more

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