In 1981, I saw strange lights dancing in the hills while backpacking. When I approached, they called to me by name, promising visions gilded in dreams of futures past. They told me time was a flat circle, and all that was old was new again, and that beyond the sea of stars was the center of all things, an eye that never closes, a watcher that never sleeps. I fled into the night. Whenever I close my eyes, I still see the lights, and while many won't believe me, I still hear them calling me by name.
Nice place.
In 1981, I saw strange lights dancing in the hills while backpacking. When I approached, they called to me by name, promising visions gilded in dreams of futures past. They told me time was a flat circle, and all that was old was new again, and that beyond the sea of stars was the center of all things, an eye that never closes, a watcher that never sleeps. I fled into the night.
Whenever I close my eyes, I still see the lights, and while many won't believe me, I still hear them calling me by name.
You can't post that with Skyrim music and NOT expect the ADHDers to go digging