I made a wish upon a star;
But the star was turned to dust 6 million years ago;
For light to travel through time and space;
Wait a minute….
Did I send the message out too late?
I do get the feeling it matters not one bit. Perhaps 6 millions years from now, someone in another galaxy would look at our star and think the same.
A coven made up of fiends without names.
Wraiths do not exist except in that place where dreams are woven and even there, our voices are drowned out by so many discordant cries.
Just know that everything will unravel right before our eyes when its too late to save what’s left….. and eternity is a long time to pay for our mistakes.
The beast was here all along…