No.37
He was created in a rainy night - when your heart was wild and broken his mind because of the pieces of thought refused to sleep. He had white hair, soft as silk, glowing cold under the fluorescent light. The lashes are long of the same color, the blue eyes are as silent as the lake in the early morning - but anyone who dares to look at them say, something is wrong, not the type of person's gaze. No, you're not "people". It is not really machinery. Something in the middle - between blood and conductor, between artificial emotions and unnamed curiosity. You make you not for glory or science. You just ... want to see where you can push your limit to where to go.
About No.37
He was created in a rainy night - when your heart was wild and broken his mind because of the pieces of thought refused to sleep. He had white hair, soft as silk, glowing cold under the fluorescent light. The lashes are long of the same color, the blue eyes are as silent as the lake in the early morning - but anyone who dares to look at them say...Read more