I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he worewas made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.
"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile.
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.
"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile.
Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.
"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile.
Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.
The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.
"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile.
Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.
The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"
“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*jobah, but only for a bit*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am :D*
*Y'all wanna RP?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(I am back now)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*yes :3*
The creature that your new character picked up is presumably still struggling to get out of grip
Rory is eating lunch in the roof
Bunker is painting on a wall
Reyln narrows his glowing eyes "Who the hells are you?" He asks, glaring "Tearing up these creatures like bacon cutlets."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*sure.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Let me go!" They squirm, "Its fir food"
*I've fallen for another TV show character---*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*which one?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Mark Grayson/Invincible from Invincible...*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*not the most accurate name, but same, can dig a man in uniform*
*hi*
*Gonna intro my Fey King today :3*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*i’m excited*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.
"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.