Each dusk takes away the toils of the day. The world must rest in the shade of night and hope dawn will bring in new blessings. As I ride through the anthill city, the molten gaze of the sun kisses my soul. Each day, a spark just enough to set it afire.
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds,
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame
The Covenant.
To craft stories For Those Who Seek Nirvana. Stories that entertain, enlighten and empower.
