You spend hours into the night with an art tablet on your lap, crouched weird at your desk, hoping no one realizes you should have been in bed hours ago. The future is yours and you're going to leave this world bright and colorful.
Vampires want a different future. They cut yours short.
Do you pass on, lay the ashes of your future to rest? Or do you fight to keep the color in this world?
xmoriartea
Era
