In a constant state of existential crisis and I'm not entirely sure what it is I'm doing.
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Stories by MoMo
A Song For The End Of The World
A short little something about falling skies and iron grips. Revised version of a work from 2-3 years ago.
Unto Broken Things
Arcane Ophidian has tainted his essence, his spark of life. Condemned by the society that rules that his deat...