A thing came in my dreams the night before morning. This thing of a shifting sharp face who bent with a branch and asked the affairs of humanity. So it saw in my eyes as it had so many others before me, and sighed gravely. It frowned greatly and shifted in the shadows. When it spoke, its words were like the fallen rain. " Were there a nature it was that tools were to be used, and souls to be loved. Yet all you see is love for tools, and souls to be used. " it was not speaking to me, but it knew I would bring those words to someone else..and I hold a great hope in my heart that it was not you.
1 year, 11 months ago
10 Oct 2016 04:46 CEST
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