Cry
First Post
A cloaked figure quickly appears, driving a sharp pin into this parchment, and with that is no more. Upon the yellowed page written in flowing script of scarlet ink.
"So many questions and we lack answers. What do we want? Who are we really? Thoughts, desires, fears, hates, loves... The face you wear when no one is looking. To be the water you stare into, unguarded."
"So many questions and we lack answers. What do we want? Who are we really? Thoughts, desires, fears, hates, loves... The face you wear when no one is looking. To be the water you stare into, unguarded."