The one-eyed brute, the absolute zero, slouches his 15-foot frame across a stone run of white rock, as he’s wandered all these years, alone, navigating beneath a permanent twilight of red-black expanse, his unreal sky.
Abounding in Song
The one-eyed brute, the absolute zero, slouches his 15-foot frame across a stone run of white rock, as he’s wandered all these years, alone, navigating beneath a permanent twilight of red-black expanse, his unreal sky.