FatherAndI
Sleeping soundly, gazing ahead. Walking towards the dawn. Steadily, yearning with palms outstretched. And among the road there are many. Brightly burning, missing grief. Hushed with empty eyes. Mirrored lights give question, "...do our nightmares ever die?"
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miranda
In a small village, off of the coast of what was then Anatolia, a boy witnesses a sun that had remained hidden for over a century...
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