#Stupidlore

[beastscove]

It has come to me once. A telling of tales, a conqueror of purity. I write to thy, for this to be told. Zoning luminescence, a delicate light upon a stone no more mere brittle. White wings, for the pre-justice of my heart and many. The eyes of all seeing, from void to the tops of the fiery rings. Nothing, can escape the will of pure-sense.