Nomadic The ghost of me haunts you. My cold corps keeps you awake. Dead to you, but with a healthy pulse. What am I? I clothed you. I...

If Entropy is Fate Don’t make me cry over hostility. I don’t care much for opposition. The tone has shifted into a gear that cannot be...

Limited Access You’ll never be what you once were to me, I stare gracefully into the horizon. The peaks and valleys of our bond Broken...