The Faded Masquerade
The sky tore open. Not with rain, but with silence. A vast, grey nothingness descended upon the valley of Kaelen, erasing the sun, the stars, and the very concept of distance. In the center of this void stood the Citadel, a spire of black iron that defied gravity. It did not rise from the earth; it hung, suspended in the airless dark. Below it, the streets were paved with bone-white stone. The...
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση