In the beginning of time there were three gods.
The Goddess of Darkness was the oldest and wisest, her hair was so dark and long it seemed as if it never ended. Her skin was…
What is love to someone like me?Is it artificial? Is it even real?Or just something nice in the movies?Or maybe it’s men doing dishonorable deeds in dark rooms?Everyone wants to be loved.They’re yearning for it.What if I can’t find it?I’ll go…