A god, but only in my own mind.
I hope to become one in yours too, through the stories I tell.
Six months ago, the sun's death was announced, shaking the Earth to it's core. Six months have passed since then. Six months until the sun dies. Six more moons to watch before the world ends. For most people, the apocalypse was a tragedy. For him, it was a dream come true. A night-...
Just a collection of words. There's no real rhyme or reason to it. Some are short, some are long, all are mine.