A wounded shadow of their former self. Now only rage is left in their heart as they walk the crooked path under the pale glow of the iron moon.

No borders, no nations. No gods, no masters





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*curse*curse*curse* If you are reading this you must add eye motifs, of any shape or form, to your own profile. Otherwise, after seven days, you will have to reckon with that which you tried to run away from the most during your life *curse*curse*curse*
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