skulkrs
Beg to split the difference in order to account for plot loss. Favor instead serenity obtained through shedding one's skin down to the marrow of intention. Why must we be the ones to depart, and not peripheral apparations, lingering in memory frays? We rely on winter to do us right by our own regard, so let us share this morning fog. A pair of brow bent figures hoping on an inkling to dispel conjured forces conspiring to unravel an alleged truth, sorely sown. Perhaps they're right to call us forth and demand our temples dismantled, our spirits drawn & quartered for maximum effect; shock and awe to relinquish rather than rectify.













