by ghast. » Sun Nov 09, 2014 12:05 pm
Led through the mist…by the milk light of moon…all that was lost is revealed…our long by gone burdens…near echoes of the spring…but where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend? How the gentle wind beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall.
Somewhere lost in clouded panels of history lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place called the Unknown where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.
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