A Winters Tale A chilling silence. A world of violets. My breath materialized again. Immaculate. Inanimate. A comfort cutting time I see... a string of white lights. Forever walking through December. Forever longing for a sign of life, a bringer of light. Forever wandering together a world of violets. Ice everlasting. A full moon casting a purple veil enshrouding all. I perambulate, somnambulant. A solace piercing time I see... a string of white lights. Forever walking through December. Forever longing for a sign of life, a bringer of light. Forever wandering together a world of violets. If only for one night, if only for one night, if only for one night remember...

Видоизмененный углерод (2018 – 2020) В XXVII веке люди научились загружать свое сознание на особые носители информации, чтобы после кончины переносить разум в новое тело. Такая концепция бессмертия не...