Freedom and a future our children will never have to see fall apart.

Warm Lemonade

The sound of a kettle screamed, as hot steam escaped through its spout. A blonde man got up from his computer, its blue and white glow softened the rooms lonely atmosphere. As he walked, the long material meant for a left arm, hung lightly. His eye’s, somewhat of a confused child’s, who lost a memory of long ago.

Yukimi sighed. Whatever ( Read more... )