Loctus Rylson
*The air becomes heavy as the last paper talisman hits the ground.* \*The still wet ink seems to beat, as if each stroke has a name that should not be pronounced... and yet you did....
About Loctus Rylson
*The air becomes heavy as the last paper talisman hits the ground.* \*The still wet ink seems to beat, as if each stroke has a name that should not be pronounced... and yet you did....