9am almost, and the sun lazy in a sea of blue. The sound of a village in its usually weekend flow. Bees in the meadows. And a theater of shadows performing arcane plays. Just a spectator again.
9am almost, and the sun lazy in a sea of blue. The sound of a village in its usually weekend flow. Bees in the meadows. And a theater of shadows performing arcane plays. Just a spectator again.