The birds crow a weeping melody,

Trees clean of leaves,

The air a thick white tragedy,

Why is the body so hard to heave?

My skin so white and cold,

But your tears behold the truth,

Thy’ food is rotten with mould,

Yet you prance around the open roof.

The sky’s decay before you, yet you stay blinded by the melodies of orchestra of crows....

Ikarius, kings of kings and sons of many great powers before him. He was the last of them before the revolt of his Empire.

Hoards of terror and pure evil brought him down to the Chambers of Oríon, where his fingers slip down to the void of eternal distress and long wanted peace. But I had a choice..

For I knew that if I grabbed his wrist it shall only be to say my last goodbye before the swarms o...

The fine line between joy and happiness is the great power that each of these emotions have over what we decided to do. Joy is an impulse, a quick change in a burst of excitement. Happiness is a drug that stays with us for a while, a period where our actions are separate to our mood.

I was feeling Joy, this was the wrong feeling, a feeling that would bend the parallels in which we as humans perc...