Yolk
Wilting Mémoire
by Kargoron
Majestic, heavenly voices of the angels mellow faintly, painting a scene of pure lust and intoxication. Suffering with people without standards, almost as if they were brainwashed through the drinks being acquainted by each husk. Disturbed, watching each and every individual’s patterns, all were the same. None were different. There was no difference in any of them. Except for one in particular. Standing out of the batches of men and women almost like an ugly duckling.