While the heat burns out over the beach, the wave of cold builds in the tundra. A reminder of winter's return.

[Cosplay]
"This is MY story, and YOU'RE not a part of it"
There's reason's one does not simply wear clothing that falls out from interdimensional rifts. No matter how fitting they are.
An imprint from another time and place seems to take over when they're worn.

[Elsewhere]
Sometimes one just needs to get away and bask in the endless night. To just be free for the moment before the world drags them away again.

[Memory Fragment]
To survive one must utilise every tool to it's fullest purpose.
Take every advantage the terrain gives.
And strike without hesitation, a single second is too long for a blade to take your head.

Oh! Hey there!
This account is finally here. It's good to jump across to this side!
Will try to repost all my old works eventually, or remake them.
But here's a smattering in the meantime!