wakevvatcher:
♆ He is waiting. And he will welcome you in his halls. For he is the keeper of every ending and the key to the void. The king with the horns.
wakevvatcher:
From blind seed to enlightened branches, grown for centuries older than anything alive, only to become ashes on its roots and a slave to his demands.
wakevvatcher:
Now I see...the abyss of wonders, stretched out in front of time itself. Between curiosity and terror, I see an odd comfort slowly approaching. With a promise spoken by birth and finally kept by his arrival I so dearly await.
wakevvatcher:
Behind the second threshold. Where is the land of a vastness unknown to the human eye. Where the spirits dwell and the deathless bury their own dead. Beyond ordeal and despair. Amidst the wake of time. Not known to the human eye, there is a silent friend.
wakevvatcher:
Before the eternal winter, the last rays of light were the warmest. Before the forever, the final second was the longest.