In the City of Drowning Souls, the light of departure resuscitates the ambient fervor of idiomatic resilience to inept facilities, and grandiose designs.
The dragon slayer is salvation’s alter ego. A transfiguration of desperate, enigmatic solutions to dogmatic problems. The curse of articism is the twain of reciprocation.
Take not what is given. Give instead, that which has been ransomed by the lifeless fortitude of less than average hypothesizers of fate.
Do not be pulled under the waves by the lifeless incarnates in the City of Drowning Souls. – Sinz