Alex’s Photos

I walked under the crimson sun on a street that was made of bones and I head screams and sherikes from demons long ago. Then after a while a demon saw the child out down below and said to the child never go out alone. The child looked meek and weary. After a while the child wept alone fore he realized he was doomed to eternal fire and could never go home. Then after many years an angle as white as snow smiled and kissed the child and finally he was not alone he wept and looked into her brown eyes and he saw his mother. The angle smiles and took the boy out of the eternal fire to a place of happiness and joy. So if you find yourself walking on a street made of bones after a while you to may go home

I’m sorry for my absences

Thank you so much @darlingalliswell for editing our most of the power lines in this photo I really do appreciate it

This is a bit late but merry Christmas