At the Precipice Overlooking the End of Time, a Cold and Quiet Blackness Consumes All Like a Hushed Wind Extinguishing the Last Embers of a Neglected Fire; All is Silent, Dark, and Still, Forever
Song
At the Precipice Overlooking the End of Time, a Cold and Quiet Blackness Consumes All Like a Hushed Wind Extinguishing the Last Embers of a Neglected Fire; All is Silent, Dark, and Still, Forever