♪ ♫ {Eh, why not? =w=}
Send me a ♪ ♫ and my muse will sing yours a song.
|♇| - "Hush now, dear children, for it must be this way; to weary of life and deceptions." His voice was comforting, though eerie, as his hand beckoned for the young child of the night. "Rest now, my children, for soon we’ll away; into the calm and the quiet."











