The world isn't what it seems to be. Feelings can't be trusted. When the line between sanity and insanity blurs, what true thoughts remain? What secrets dwell in the darkness of your mind?
The world isn't what it seems to be. Feelings can't be trusted. When the line between sanity and insanity blurs, what true thoughts remain? What secrets dwell in the darkness of your mind?
"What is this" he asks, his voice is calm, but his expressions is anything but that.
There were multiple gasps in the room, when he suddenly flings the magazine's he has in his hand
what has me in...