Don't fear the unknown, he says to me.
I've heard only good things
about the fairy land. Bright,
enchanting things, but
good things nonetheless.
How is that so? When there
are never survivors?
Don't fear the unknown, he says to me.
I've heard only good things
about the fairy land. Bright,
enchanting things, but
good things nonetheless.
How is that so? When there
are never survivors?