Refuge

Outside, Mino ate in silence once more.

Inspiration

~ a poem

~ I have been keeping a dream journal consistently for three years now.

“Man is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.”

Blinking into abyssal descension, I leave a trail of precious oxygen in my wake.

Why plant seeds?

Now that they were both here, together, they began to reflect.

~ a poem

{Creators build a Skyrim-like world from the ground up, and then invite their friends to run around in it}

~ Consider where you are right now.