The First Knight [END]

The past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is intertwined between weeds and hosts.

And that past, remains part of the half soul of the wings of your life.

The First Knight,
Happy Annisa