A girl wanders aimless 'neath the veins of Athens.
Her delicate curves were deified. Yet, for as divine the feet which blessed cobble, she was but a mosaic that shimmered, glimmered her bosom to hide that Gods could very well bleed.
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EISEN
Short StoryAn anthology of stories and poems loosely pertaining to the pursuit of a mythical city called Eisen. What someone might do, or have done to seek the answers bulb many of humanity's ugliest faces. Could the answer lie in you?
