Seven Sisters Wept For Me
Water pours from the darkened sky in the Nexus tonight. A slight breeze angles it annoyingly towards your face. Thankfully, refuge is near in the form of a canopy of purest white, opened invitingly to anyone. Rivulets travel down the sides while sodden scarves beckon from the wooden poles.
A man of unidentifiable age sits on a cushion of deep purple within. There are several richly colored seats within for whoeverso would wish for one.
"Would you be alive today were it not for the kindness of others?"
A man of unidentifiable age sits on a cushion of deep purple within. There are several richly colored seats within for whoeverso would wish for one.
"Would you be alive today were it not for the kindness of others?"