October 31, 2018 by katmcdaniel
And then, like most of the times she went down that road of thought, things started lighting up. Rays filtered through the smog like tentacles – and a quite intangible hope infected the darkness with its resolution. She never knew where these urges to ‘move forward’ came from. Their source eluded her – but she knew they were there somewhere, just as mysterious and uncontrollable as the darkness.
―Adelheid Manefeldt, Consequence
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