- Light, in such a form, was found rarely in these times. Shadows suffocate our...my lands, choking the little hope I have left. Ha! To sound so bitter now. Thats what years of exile will do to you. Still, there is something at work here. Something, for once, that means me no harm, no conflict. Something mystical, something orphic. -
Will save the description for now. Credit to sxc. for stocks used. Prints to be released in the near future.