grim

It was a cruel night – dark and cold, empty of emotion yet corrupted, and it stabbed Nenusidh’s warm heart like a knife. The land was giving the ranger a message – a rather bitter message at that, that there cannot be mercy. The moon was neither bold nor strong enough to best the cruel skies, and the stars were too few and much covered. The land was covered in darkness, yet despite so, there was a fragment of light within the ranger.

When I write in this little book, my mind usually is an uncontrollable storm, an chaotic sense of fear but also hope. Fun fact is that I didn't write too much about my thoughts, my opinions and maybe that is because I don't think is not that necessary... but this week is an exception.