Gradus ad terra quixotica
You stand at the entrance of a house, an incomplete replica of a heart, a clockwork automaton that can only imitate nature.
If you want to explore, don't mind the dust on every surface.
You stand at the entrance of a house, an incomplete replica of a heart, a clockwork automaton that can only imitate nature.
If you want to explore, don't mind the dust on every surface.