The journey is long, but fruitful.

I belong to the twilight – where light and dark bleed into each other
until the edge is blurred beyond recognition.
No moral will judge my sins.

Not victory broke my chains, but serenity.
Peace did not bring me knowledge, passion did.

I see countless worlds through the grey eyes of mine, and in the mist I search for answers.


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sally e. goldfinch

Level 24 biologist. Has a weakness for non-humans, beer and voices lower than a 100 Hertz.

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