Words leave me every time I look at this. I wish I could write more but...
Every time I look at this I loose track of time and space; my head pounds as if my brain were a trapped rat, trying to escape from certain doom. An overwhelming sense of dread creeps up from my heart and up my throat, it strangles and chokes me until I tear up.
Remnants
Aether Vestigespastel:aether_vestigesThese are but the barest dregs of something greater, something beyond time and thought.
It is beyond mortal mind and yet I cannot help but dream of what it could be.