PLOT
Blossoming Futures Suffocate In The Lingering Steam Of Past Sorrows. The Death Of A Half Year Chapter Never Occurred, The Weak And Fleeting Consciousness Granted At The First Mere Glance Of Salvation Deceived The Truth Seeking And Determined Controller Of Ones Own Destiny. Reality Peacefully Lay Dormant Deep Within The Shrinking Hearts Core. The Pumping Of Blood And Giving Of Life As Is Purposed Was Indefinitely Replaced By The Piercing And Suckling Teeth Of Complacency.