Odium

The darkest shadow

monsieur odium

Penguins…

Hope

Our dreams are our hopes, our dreams became our world, became our reality. Our reality shaped what we wished for. Our ambitions always stepped higher. We never fell apart, we only grew stronger.
The dream that came by fate turned into our building blocks for our person. We shaped ourselves around our dreams, our dreams grew from living.
Nonsensical nonlyrical musicals…tumbling turning and yearning. It’s been three and a half years.

And I can’t believe all the ridiculous things that have lead me to our dream, that has yet to be seen. For what is now just words has the power to become…
such magical things.

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Sapientia

A collection of stories and images of and pertaining to the adventures of EccoXile: The Realm Traveler