He was around 21 when he heard it for the first time, a serene voice, a whisper in a dream. It was a voice so delicate, so sweet that when he had awoken, he had cursed his very existence, for the voice had ceased speaking.… Read More
Tag: Prose
Vincent
At the border of chaos and order lies the soul of man. That is how Vincent had always conceived the world to be, the truth remaining like a shining star during a northern winter night. Yet he had for long wondered who were supposed to be the men to charge into this border, this warzone of powers.… Read More