You’ve never felt a silence quite so loud as this, a silence weaving in and out of rotting skulls that lay decaying, a silence rendering multitudes hauntingly wordless in the scorched heat.
Can these bones live?
You’ve never felt a silence quite so loud as this, a silence weaving in and out of rotting skulls that lay decaying, a silence rendering multitudes hauntingly wordless in the scorched heat.
Can these bones live?
Penn Epistle