I float here, in this space, constantly thinking about the abstract angles of every thought, of every dream. Holding no shape, made of emotion, watching the twinkling of consciousness of in the distance. A thousand lights blurred, a thousand voices never heard, and I wonder as I pass by, do I leave an imprint on them? A reflection of myself, a trace, a memory. Do they change because I stray to close, or because I've been seen by unseen eyes.
I'm a long time Roleplayer from another place, another time. I tried to write a book, but it couldn't hold my mind. A Trans-dimensional wanderer, a philosopher, a romantic, a darkness. I am many things, but a Roleplayer at heart. Nice to meet you.
-Eso
I'm a long time Roleplayer from another place, another time. I tried to write a book, but it couldn't hold my mind. A Trans-dimensional wanderer, a philosopher, a romantic, a darkness. I am many things, but a Roleplayer at heart. Nice to meet you.
-Eso