17 August 2012
The tome of doom once again had come to fulfill its vow, breaching into the elastic void of nothingness, like that silent, sinuous approach of a snake through the long, wiry glass. With all the erratic beat of its appetite, it swore to come back, engulfing what has to be the every piece of what had fall for its hideous lure. And the darkness would clinch its ashes, send all its memory of existence into the drains of the air. If the only one could remember the precious advice in the darkest hours.
Omega • Opuss № I