A filter for quitters, a fence for the scared.

THE FORSAKEN CELLAR_cover image_A filter for quitters

She said she didn’t feel the galaxy outside, because her mind was chaotic enough as to get lost into.

And growls, howls, aches. Crawls, yells, cries. The mud is thick and your energy tears off.

And the obscurest night demolishes any kind of doubt. Because in the deepest dark, you can feel nothing but peace.

A filter for quitters, a fence for the scared.

Only the brave. Only the bold, only the blind… Only the blind… and the Fierce.

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