About Me
- grindael
- Once upon a time he came among the sons of men, knee bowed and spirit chained: full of childhood innocence. A spell was cast and words were spoken. A soul was masked and memories were broken. Given the chance to dream. Standing at the threshold of a new reality, conceived like Perseus in a dream of gold: eternal child lost now in a parody, the morning of desire about to unfold. Once upon a time he came among the sons of men, incarnation of youth, desire unchained: full of childhood innocence. A spell was cast and words were spoken. A soul was masked and memories were broken. Given the chance to dream.