Unnamed Vagabond by MAbH

“Against all odds, we collected stardust fragments and piece together a new spectacle to draw in non-believers. It’s all dark here now, but voices pierce the howling veil of windswept horror that encircles the last vestiges of our lives. Funereal dirges sing over the horizon, beckoning us to inevitable doom. Romance blooms in the ashes of yesterday, though, and scratching out love letters in the blackened dirt, MAbH moves closer to transcendence.” Brad Rose, Foxy Digitalis

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