How long had my soul been ablaze? How long had it been a beacon in the dark? Far too long, not long enough — an eternal battle. The embers were burning low, threatening to be snuffed before I could reignite the flame. The night was turning cold.
How long had my soul been ablaze? How long had it been a beacon in the dark? Far too long, not long enough — an eternal battle. The embers were burning low, threatening to be snuffed before I could reignite the flame. The night was turning cold.