Nostalgia, or something like it, is tangible, interwoven in the very fabric of reality. Everywhere is blue, a dark Prussian hue. From the low sky to the rocky terrain and the deep abysses pockmarking the ground, everything is blue nostalgia. The atmosphere is leaden, like a storm waiting to happen. Depression thrives here, with mortality as its constant, oppressive companion.
- In Dreams Begins Responsibility - in progress
- In Dreams Begins Responsibility - in progress
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