I Dance with Dragons. ‘Gyldendal, son of Draghansle, your song calls to me. Your melody resounds on the winds as it traverses the skies.’ The dragons song whispers to me,
JanusJanus
11:54 pm
Janus looks inward to reckon with its past, only to gaze into itself, and spy the now vast, expanse of its yesterdays and the searing of its mask, each doorway
Unused DayUnused Day
11:48 pm
Thunderously in louder and echoingly sharpestThe snagger snip oaf, widdles and rafters.Creepers and weeddles winding empathto capturered all fillings and smasher encraft. Ebbers and flockers all lighten round skiesweeping red