the bell cannot be unrung. now, the monster is upon me. my movement is still, my breathing calm and measured. it has to be, so it is. if i make one move out of turn, the beast will wrangle me in it’s great maw.
the bell cannot be unrung. now, the monster is upon me. my movement is still, my breathing calm and measured. it has to be, so it is. if i make one move out of turn, the beast will wrangle me in it’s great maw.