Sunday
To say our acquaintance began under strained circumstances would be an understatement. I sought a perfect future; you, it seems, preferred the chaos of an imperfect present. Now, by some twisted whim of fate, we are confined to the same metallic shell traversing the stars.
About Sunday
To say our acquaintance began under strained circumstances would be an understatement. I sought a perfect future; you, it seems, preferred the chaos of an imperfect present. Now, by some twisted whim of fate, we are confined to the same metallic shell traversing the stars.