There was a time when fantasy and fiction were surrounded by hope. Stories that one day might be told from first person. A hope that one day worth could be claimed. Now all that remains are dreams of what never was. Selina
There was a time when fantasy and fiction were surrounded by hope. Stories that one day might be told from first person. A hope that one day worth could be claimed. Now all that remains are dreams of what never was. Selina
Inscriptions from the Heart 