I knead the void and purr a warning low,A white-fanged sky prepares a heavy blow.One-eight-oh million souls, snowbound in fate—Stock treats, seek warmth… and do not tempt the gate. Greetings,…
I knead the void and purr a warning low,A white-fanged sky prepares a heavy blow.One-eight-oh million souls, snowbound in fate—Stock treats, seek warmth… and do not tempt the gate. Greetings,…