…Soon, the promised time draws near.
…Soon, the promised time draws near.
Perhaps, they could be useful. That is, if I can track their whereabouts…”
Perhaps, they could be useful. That is, if I can track their whereabouts…”
. . .
Something is wrong “
. . .
Something is wrong “
Coexisting /in peace/ is admittedly an out-of-the-norm concept, but I don’t believe it’s totally impossible.
… Ey, that’s just how I am. There’s no mistake there, right?
To find beauty in such disarray… perhaps it’s fitting that you out of anyone in the cosmos has been chosen as the controller of the light.”
To find beauty in such disarray… perhaps it’s fitting that you out of anyone in the cosmos has been chosen as the controller of the light.”
The dust clung to his armor, whispering memories he had long tried to forget.
“This soil remembers,” he murmured. “Even if no one else does.”
The dust clung to his armor, whispering memories he had long tried to forget.
“This soil remembers,” he murmured. “Even if no one else does.”
…You really are a lot like your mother.”
cosmo's voice was unsteady and shook with each intake of breath. the seedrian was terrified.
…You really are a lot like your mother.”