Time was spinning numerous threads for its tapestry, some to be woven together, some to entangle or fray, others merely to perish and pass away.

“speechless, castaway and wrya spellbound oddity am Imy feet are locked upon the…”

“Should they be thanked or does thanks drive them away?"You honor us," she stamm…”

“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.”

“If you are the lantern, I am the flame;If you are the lake, then I am the rain;…”