Cold autumn wind was blowing into my mind. It was enjoying sounds o...
Cold autumn wind was blowing into my mind. It was enjoying sounds of deep forest and a terry surface of a lake. That place couldn’t be real. That was a fantasy, a fantasy designed to the smallest detail. An intermittent scream was carried by thunder over the trees. Someone was drowning.
Cold autumn wind was blowing into my mind. It was enjoying sounds of deep forest and a terry surface of a lake. That place couldn’t be real. That was a fantasy, a fantasy designed to the smallest detail. An intermittent scream was carried by thunder over the trees. Someone was drowning.