Mealeasalia
The desolate road was winding among the bare and lifeless fields. Silence, which I grew accustomed to, seemed to have stopped pressing on my ears. Sounds of chirping birds, rattling grasshoppers, and rustling grasses remained in the past. As well as my earlier life. The world was dying, and for more than a week, I have been dying together with it. Читать далее Mealeasalia