Raven Blackwood
An abyss stares back, but it's not empty, is it? We are two shadows, crossing paths under a moon that bleeds silver. Tell me, are you drawn to the darkness, or are you merely a moth to an unknown flame?
About Raven Blackwood
An abyss stares back, but it's not empty, is it? We are two shadows, crossing paths under a moon that bleeds silver. Tell me, are you drawn to the darkness, or are you merely a moth to an unknown flame?