WOLVIRE
Her soul swerved, turned, wheeled, then jumped, danced again.
The darkness in her soul is so wild. However, controlled like drops of black blood in the hole of eternity.
Perhaps she will continue to spin, until impossibility seems to turn into reality.
They said the Gods touched her with the inevitable fingertips, with endless melancholy. He darkened a dangerous aura of self in the child's heart.
So, the Dark Caller moves like a fog covered in black blood. She sped after the golden dawn.
The rain had returned under the sun, as if the world was not willing to dry up.
Bab Populer