Upon Dead Sands

[Kvasir 1121]

A soft feeling tugged upon a weathered soul. His gaze to nothingness about him. Unmoving still, but there was change. He marched ever forth towards his unreachable fate.

And upon the endless tides of eternity, a light was seen. Banished.

"Hello brother."

A weary thought, a weary voice. He kept on.

[Burnsy 437]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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