Cascade


There is a tear in the sky, and out it pours the spirits of our ancestors. It is as if The Harvester lost his way and reaped the heavens. The azure began to bleed the colors of crimson and amber, which gave the evening sky a strange luminosity. Thousands of deceased beings fell into the horizon. A cascade of souls. It was beautiful.

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