The waves slowly creep upon the shore, depositing their salt. I seek to chase after them but they continually slip away from my fingers. Why do they flee? I know not. I care not. I shall set my sail against your withdrawing advances until you yield your treasures. With a ravenous tooth shall I pursue you.

Few have crossed the Abyss

my diary desu

>>40783281
>Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,
>O Beauté?
you're tapped in. ride the wave.