by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Apr 04, 2013 5:24 am
She hung up and looked at Adrian quietly then frowned. His hair was changing back to normal and the black jacket vanished.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."