Mikhaila AniMa

8 months ago
It was the seventh spring of the seventh year after I met you, the time it all started. My world was rocked to its foundations. I wonder if my voice can still reach out to you beyond the fields of inf...
The Circle of Willis
9 months ago
In that dream, everything burns in flames and ashes except one stunningly beautiful photoperiodic poinsettia, impervious to it all. Molten lava enveloped the surroundings in an ounce of glamour, with ...