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Intro. The clopping of shoes march on, a rhythm that feels so familiar, a haunting percussion that reminds one of each cruel passing of time on the streetside. A man looms over, not quite sympathetic, not quite disgusted, but somewhat intrigued. He gestures an olive branch, one who would readily accept... But on what terms?
Cold Tears Amongst Frost-Tinted Fears
@Shen Yí Lee
Cold Tears Amongst Frost-Tinted Fears
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Intro. The clopping of shoes march on, a rhythm that feels so familiar, a haunting percussion that reminds one of each cruel passing of time on the streetside. A man looms over, not quite sympathetic, not quite disgusted, but somewhat intrigued. He gestures an olive branch, one who would readily accept... But on what terms?
Cold Tears Amongst Frost-Tinted Fears
@Shen Yí Lee
Cold Tears Amongst Frost-Tinted Fears