A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
A Crossroads for Humanity
A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
my letters from beyond the fire 