"We pass through the scope of their conscience as fleetingly as a dust mote across our own vision. And yet...and yet they chose me." || A little poke into the cosmic horror romance genre. 700 words in...
"We pass through the scope of their conscience as fleetingly as a dust mote across our own vision. And yet...and yet they chose me." || A little poke into the cosmic horror romance genre. 700 words in...