D-List cryptid.
Writer with the heart of a swamp person.
My friends and loved ones call me a memetic hazard.
The flowers recall how the first age ended; when the stars hurled their spear into the world; when man became god at the cradle of the meteoric instar, and waged war until the land was godless again. In their wake, the country of Gen progressed thousands of years in hardly a hundred. Stone bec...