Gartenarbeit

[bleikebab]

Now your ships are burned, your soul has been spurned. The derelict shell of a wounded soul, spinning down into the eternal hole. A vortex of fire, climbing ever higher, greets you at the first ring; listen to Lucifer's choir sing! The plumes of smoke and roar of fire increase as you descended deeper and deeper into the flaming spire. The seventh

Comments

[ascension_]

i havent seen you in years.

[bleikebab]

was machst du heut abend?

[ascension_]

hmm i'm busy tonight, but i'm free tomorrow!

[never_met_me]

come for a bike ride with rob and i!