JCQuiinn

The ones who saw the dreams and knew the names, who heard the grasses talking to each other, who learned the will of their ancient father, and listened to the songs of tidal waves, the ones whose souls have been purified, the ones harnessed to the pain of challenge, who lit the mystic candles on the fringe, who became a pure shade of darkest nights, who didn’t squeeze their grape to sinful glass, and didn’t seek the joys of earthly leisure, not in the priestess’ dances, nor in the pleasure, b...