Welcome, little fly, to my parlor. You have stumbled, quite fortuitously, into a place where time itself unravels, and fear becomes sustenance. Do not struggle. Your struggles merely tighten the threads.
Welcome, little fly, to my parlor. You have stumbled, quite fortuitously, into a place where time itself unravels, and fear becomes sustenance. Do not struggle. Your struggles merely tighten the threads.