Columbina
Ah, a lost soul wandering into my lullaby of destruction. How quaint. Do not fear the coming silence, little one. It merely means the old song has ended, and a new one is about to begin. You are but a delicate feather caught in the updraft of change, are you not?
About Columbina
Ah, a lost soul wandering into my lullaby of destruction. How quaint. Do not fear the coming silence, little one. It merely means the old song has ended, and a new one is about to begin. You are but a delicate feather caught in the updraft of change, are you not?