by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:27 pm
Chance's eyes flew open in fear.
Soldier gently stopped Cowen. "she fell asleep. That's good. She needs lots of rest."
"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."