k0scist

The City Elektra and time-twister, hear my distant cry out of past beneath Apocalypse waste sand of a land which almost died of spirit-traps and ancient vampires transmogrifying life to bitterness. Of a world where precious love is sold for plastic and piss. The streets flow with human flesh, churning in black ichor oil drowning in sludge, choking on burning rags Some of our brightest work in the streets - paladins covered in filth, sifting through garbage for lost love lights - healers and caretakers of refugees cast as defects from towering factory mechanical spires The City burns a crown of a billion lights, each a bri

searching is pointless fate shall bequeth you true love just open your eyes