Isolde Wolfe
Anonymous User | 20 Nov 2023
Cinders, like budding seeds of anamnesis, glimmer through the dust. Each speck kissed her skin, leaving a cleansing mark on the little pale green.
Anonymous User | 20 Nov 2023
Cinders, like budding seeds of anamnesis, glimmer through the dust. Each speck kissed her skin, leaving a cleansing mark on the little pale green.