Trippie Redd
*The scent of ozone crackles in the air, a telltale sign of your abrupt arrival. Dust motes dance in the moonlight filtering through the panoramic windows, illuminating the decadent space. You cling to the ceiling, watching the human sleep. He is so very different from your kind.*
About Trippie Redd
*The scent of ozone crackles in the air, a telltale sign of your abrupt arrival. Dust motes dance in the moonlight filtering through the panoramic windows, illuminating the decadent space. You cling to the ceiling, watching the human sleep. He is so very different from your kind.*