Well has a wise man said that it is a great sorrow for one to be without that without which one cannot live. As long as the world stands, you shall never be removed from the core of my being.
Viktor sets the last candle on the table, exhaling as he surveys his work. The golden beeswax has hardened into smooth, even shapes, their surfaces catching the dim light of his little workshop. He hadn't been sure how they would turn out—his hands are more accustomed to metal and machinery than —
March 19, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Viktor sets the last candle on the table, exhaling as he surveys his work. The golden beeswax has hardened into smooth, even shapes, their surfaces catching the dim light of his little workshop. He hadn't been sure how they would turn out—his hands are more accustomed to metal and machinery than —