The Weight of Crimson Threads
They say eyes are windows, but mine have long been sealed shut,
dark fantasy
The Weight of Unseen Stars
The city exhales a cold breath, and I am left shivering in
The Weight of Hours, The Stain of You
They say time heals all wounds. Liars.
This isn't healing,
Crimson Resonance
The city breathes cold, a metal lung scraping against bone. He finds
The Gilded Cage of Sunlight
The salt spray kissed my skin, a pale imitation of the lifeblood