Shy Rob2026-02-15T19:25:50-05:00Such a sadness is death, such a void is left of life, but once the light it escaped me, and I viewed this wonderful sight...
Shy Rob2026-02-15T19:25:32-05:00The cold wind blows a whitened powder over fields of woven power, and as you make your way you fall under ... The Weaver's Dream
Shy Rob2026-02-12T14:54:35-05:00I sit at the wall and I watch the Sun beat down on the plains, ooh and I wonder.
Я сиджу біля стіни і дивлюся, як сонце б’є на рівнинах, о, і мені цікаво.