A broadwalk of yellow faded tiles, faint atumn leaves falling through the gentle breeze. A gentle drizzle falling from the brooding sky, shrouding everything in a wistful mist. The weary traveller trudges on, water running dust off his beaten frame. The sun slinks along its merry way heading home, heralding forth the brightening glow of a naked night.
eLeanore
The light that guides the path to the havens of the Enigmatics.
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