Across the Several Worlds, through The Great Year, by pen, by tongue, by deed; we bring you the pages. An ancient past mirrors the stars and holds the keys to reach them. The faceless creator sleeps to hide our perfect shame. Only you can wake him.
Across the Several Worlds, through The Great Year, by pen, by tongue, by deed; we bring you the pages. An ancient past mirrors the stars and holds the keys to reach them. The faceless creator sleeps to hide our perfect shame. Only you can wake him.