Jul 16, 2022
With a sense of remorse and honest serendipity, not a worthy morning brings itself upon the City to find a flower growing. Each Ancient places their fingers upon the plotting units as flowers grow from their garments. Each wandering time never blinking at what would remain and lean upon each pulse as it equates such helden palms as forgiveness' repose.
Music: Human Nature
Artwork: Rachael Amber Illustrations
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