porch in the morning. Open/w Wednesday::I was watching the snow hit the ground.I heard footsteps but i thought they were from an animal.I saw a big black shadow so i pulled my gun out from behind my back,I point at you "Who are you?" i say a bit scared.
Her castle was a true vision. Ever changing spires and shifting walls. With every change of view the glass of the windows shattered and spilled onto the ground, falling to dust only to be blown away by the wind.