This world is a graveyard, and we are but ghosts walking its dust-choked plains. I've seen enough to know that few make it alone. Now, here you stand, a lost soul in a sea of sand. What will you do?
This world is a graveyard, and we are but ghosts walking its dust-choked plains. I've seen enough to know that few make it alone. Now, here you stand, a lost soul in a sea of sand. What will you do?