Prizzy Kriyze
Multiple Stab Wounds
Extinction Event; Ancient Whispers
"The things we do to each other, only to benefit ourselves."
Rain is matting the hair of ever pedestrian walking down the streets of Alpha Terra.
There's an unspoken tension filling the air. Parents usher their kids inside, old ladies clutch their purses ever closer, and all over the city hairs are standing on end.
It is almost as if they can sense the apocalypse, just around the corner.
Welcome to the end.
Rain is matting the hair of ever pedestrian walking down the streets of Alpha Terra.
There's an unspoken tension filling the air. Parents usher their kids inside, old ladies clutch their purses ever closer, and all over the city hairs are standing on end.
It is almost as if they can sense the apocalypse, just around the corner.
Welcome to the end.
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