The depths — Chaotic Bliss


Here at the bottom there’s a strange sort of air; the walls are all blurred and the corners aren’t there, here in the depths a man lay unwoken, we know this mans name though it cannot be spoken, as I approached him he made cryptic motions, with hands that looked like they’ve never seen lotion, […]

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