Once a pet lay wandering the depths of the ocean while gazing at the stars from the middle of the vastest desert. As he lay there lost in thought he became aware of a beauty...
Such a beauty as he had never seen, far beyond his comprehension. The source of such radiance stares at him for less than a moment, but long enough to warp his mind. That ghost of brilliance wanders within the very ocean he dedicates himself to explore. On occasion he spots the trail of that goddess. Knowing that she is unobtainable he searches for her, giving purpose to his wanders. To this day he wonders the plains of emptiness, seeking something he doubts exists, his evidence a moment and a trail. Such was this beauty that by a mere glance our subject has fallen under the spell of this mysterious phantom, such is the power of women...
Unknown "Indirect Muse" Daring
- 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago
