“Alone on the mountainside, a Whispering Blade caught the last raise of a dying sun. It gleamed once, pointed skyward, as its first and only victim hit the snow. Then, it’s work done, the sword fell to mist. The sun sank to the sea.”
HEY SO I AM PROBABLY GOING TO NEED AN ANTIDEPRESSANT !!!
— Nov 10, 2025 05:22PM
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