░▒▓█ ⊰ None can excel ⊱ ;
the elder’s bones creak. its empty vessel quietly sits. not giving time to care for the husks of birds that lay dead if not dying around him. slightly. death turns, still, he is ever so pail. reflecting on all the data accumulated every 1000 years was not pleasant, but... insightful.
❛ YOU'RE SHIVERING. ❜





