How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world; Yet both so passing wonderful! from Queen Mab, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Time has a voice, would you care to listen?

Just some stuff I've been working on to flesh out the continent of Therendell,