thedeltawave
We descended from stones, and return to them. An open circle, in the forest. A scream turn the arc between morning and evening. In some rocks you can, when the sun is low, see residues of the dead man's smile.
We descended from stones, and return to them. An open circle, in the forest. A scream turn the arc between morning and evening. In some rocks you can, when the sun is low, see residues of the dead man's smile.