Ammoth's Literatures
Mercy blinks again, hoping at some point, sooner than later, this will all make sense.
Then he was gone.
Poetry blub that was on her old profile, moved to literatures for archival.
Poetry blub that was on his old profile, moved to literatures for archival.
On a whim, they take a turn, out of the crowd and away from the people, into a narrow alley they never took notice of until now. The world bursts into color.
There was nothing before the birth of our Great Civilization—only a miserable darkness not worth speaking of. Teach them that. That is the truth.