Welcome Wither ... A Micronote.
I am the eternal stone.
Awaiting someone to pick me up and throw me in a new direction.
Earth crackling below me to signify the rotting and thawing of time.
Only sorrowful rain can pierce my sentinel skin.
Corroding brain cells, blistering all foundation.
An empathetic wandersoul gives alms of ale.
A purifying spiritual residue.
Lacking soul.
Spellbounding whispers mention a forthcoming power.
Something never witnessed.
The lonely sounds of an instrument or wind begin to fade now.
The rain has finally stopped.
Death becomes eternal.
Awaiting someone to pick me up and throw me in a new direction.
Earth crackling below me to signify the rotting and thawing of time.
Only sorrowful rain can pierce my sentinel skin.
Corroding brain cells, blistering all foundation.
An empathetic wandersoul gives alms of ale.
A purifying spiritual residue.
Lacking soul.
Spellbounding whispers mention a forthcoming power.
Something never witnessed.
The lonely sounds of an instrument or wind begin to fade now.
The rain has finally stopped.
Death becomes eternal.