Back to worldbuilding. . . . One day, my dear! One day till tomorrow when the grand doors are wide open, and our students flurry in, we'll teach them from dawn till dusk, about ancient mountains, and murmuring rivers, And one day you'll see just how much we have to give. . . . His enigmatic faith, his bright-eyed ambition was always so infectious. Ha, what can I say? I was nothing, nothing but- blinded, by the wind. He was always - just barely! - out of my reach. ... Oh look, the red-scarfed soldier! Carrying promises of next dawn, promises that litter the streets and burn crisp gold edges against the dying autumn leaves. The bullet was fresh, and the roses, fresher. MY WRITING IS SO WASHED
Photo studies. Song: Theme of Love (Final Fantasy IV) Art and characters: @dango_goober Please do not take, what is not yours.
