Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

i've been there.
but she could not understand. did not, could not, with such a feeble mind. she knew not the dreams he had, the vividness of them; she knew not the way god stretched his hand from the sky and begged, pleaded, to hold his.

h i s

the prophet. the prophet is not dead.

the new year awaits.

do not worry about me, he rises to his feet with one swift push; his hind legs tremble viciously before he takes a few steps forward and a loud crack from aging hips can be heard. why have you come to me, bambina?