by Darkest Night » Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:32 pm
" Yup, I see now. Ya know, I dunno what I'm really for. I give kids dreams and that's it. A typical dream cat. " Rose shrugged.
The crow knows the stars are his discarded eyes. Everyday when he awakens he opens new eyes. And every night his old eyes are flung, far out into the skies. The crow knows the starlight, starlight comes from his own voice, which trapped the sun. Of Course he shines brighter stars: his discarded eyes. ~Sujata Bhatt Wanna RP with me? PM me I don't bite! We'll work something out!