Short of a shallow grave.
Essence of movement along the walls of time, quietly procreate the fabric that has convoluted patterns mixed in the souls of
the empty. Gaze upon thy shortcomings and recollect great envy of those who falter with grace. Yet in the quintessential era that has parted with the days of paternity stir anew, the souls of the hopeful.
The souls that embody the bodies of the next harvest. Sleep again short of a shallow grave....an essence of moving shadows along the walls of time.