Dream Spawn
13th December 2009, 06:51 PM
Atop a hill,
The wind whispers almost serenely, as the skies move languidly overhead.
Nary a sound can be heard, yet the place, it seems, is almost musical...
The wind whispers almost serenely, as the skies move languidly overhead.
Nary a sound can be heard, yet the place, it seems, is almost musical...