either I'm very tired or there was not a single coherent thought in that story.. there wasn't the palest of red strings even connecting two single panels together and the consent was as gray as the night sky suring new moon in the middle of a cave...
the title literally says it all...
either I'm very tired or there was not a single coherent thought in that story.. there wasn't the palest of red strings even connecting two single panels together and the consent was as gray as the night sky suring new moon in the middle of a cave...