In the far corners of this world, there are souls worn down by exhaustion, burdened by the weight of suffering, and sipping from the bitter cup of sorrow one drop at a time. Silent cries rise from these souls, whispers too faint to be heard beyond the crumbling walls of their shattered spirits. We see them, we sense them, and... read full story
"Every time the winds extinguish a flame, it sparks anew elsewhere."