an hour agotimrjohnston918
Well deserved. Love the content, even though I don't personally play. You make me want to get into it lol
an hour agoabstractdavid
She left at dusk without a sound, A silver shadow earthward bound. The tide erased her fragile trace, Yet moonlight lingered on her face. The years moved on through rain and snow, But still she wandered where reeds grow. A whisper threading through the trees, A name dissolved upon the breeze. She drifted through abandoned halls, Past cracked old mirrors, faded walls. The living felt her presence near— A sudden chill, a breath of fear. Yet she was not a thing of dread, Not all the dead are wholly dead. She searched the shores she used to roam, A restless spirit seeking home. And sometimes, when the sea is still, And stars lie scattered past the hill, A woman clothed in pale moonlight Walks silently across the night. No footsteps mark the sands she treads, No voice escapes the lips she sheds, Yet in her eyes there burns a spark— A ghostly lantern in the dark.
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