Post by Lilli M. Naryune on Mar 24, 2013 11:39:08 GMT -5
In the book in which the land was through the sky weathered, the times of dark candles' light, the source's vision. To haze my mind went after misfortune caused it to be opened. Eight million gates of prism - We now share this location. -Hatchken Asperiell, Flow of Phantasmagory
-----_______ ----/'''''''''''''/\ ---/'''''0'''''/''''\ <<Away We Go>> --/______/'0''''\ --\'''0'''0''\'''0'/ <<Away We Roll>> ---\..0..0.'\.../ ----\______\/ --- (This took so long to make -.- )
