It is Thursday. There is thunder in my throat, a booming through the cavern of my mouth. I am here, a presence both close and vast, both the blade edge, that gleaming, and the force that wields it.
Telling: Streams & Logs
Telling: Streams & Logs
It is Thursday. There is thunder in my throat, a booming through the cavern of my mouth. I am here, a presence both close and vast, both the blade edge, that gleaming, and the force that wields it.