The Wanderer
I wandered forever, god of nothing. With all of creation in my palm, I was, still, alone.
Life should fill the eternal void within me. It doesn't.
Let there be night.
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I wandered forever, god of nothing. With all of creation in my palm, I was, still, alone.
Life should fill the eternal void within me. It doesn't.
Let there be night.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro