Post by Jade Clover on May 22, 2007 21:33:15 GMT -5
A barren wastland of burning sand under a smoldering sun lies before you. In the day you can hardly breath from the heat. At night you are so cold you cant keep still. Enjoy
Last Edit: May 22, 2007 21:33:26 GMT -5 by Jade Clover
When will the blood begin to race, The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?
