The castle -- He didn't know whether to fear, or embrace the sunlight. How rare it shown, and yet, how brightly it lit the shadows. When things are in darkness, secrets can be kept. But light had a strange way of unearthing even the darkest truths.
By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.