STORMTORN'S PROFILE
StormTorn
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I am as easygoing as the air
Light as feathers dancing without a care
Blowing through the sky with graceful steps
Sensitive to the slightest change unable to be kept
No matter how far the journey brings me
Regardless of the difficulty posed by distance
Upon my mind exists absolutely nothing
Which is akin to a road block as a hindrance
For my urge knows no bounds with no end to chase
Free from earthly desires I can't be encased
Because the paths I trek number endlessly
Comparative to heads of a hydra multiplying rapidly
In mythical tales of heroic discovery and treachery
Light as feathers dancing without a care
Blowing through the sky with graceful steps
Sensitive to the slightest change unable to be kept
No matter how far the journey brings me
Regardless of the difficulty posed by distance
Upon my mind exists absolutely nothing
Which is akin to a road block as a hindrance
For my urge knows no bounds with no end to chase
Free from earthly desires I can't be encased
Because the paths I trek number endlessly
Comparative to heads of a hydra multiplying rapidly
In mythical tales of heroic discovery and treachery
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StormTorn- 07/13/2015 05:56 PM
Melting Moon
"Cursed little girl, did you know that Death stole your heart? How are you alive? How do you exist? I thought only monsters can live without a heart."
"Cursed little girl, did you know that Death stole your heart? How are you alive? How do you exist? I thought only monsters can live without a heart."
The Haunted World: Hell'...
Do you believe in ghosts? You sure should! The (un)dead are just a dimension away - and when you see them you will be shocked to death. No pun intended.
Do you believe in ghosts? You sure should! The (un)dead are just a dimension away - and when you see them you will be shocked to death. No pun intended.
Mica: Apoptosis
A horror game about delusions, blissful ignorance, and the depraved acts that humans do in the name of love.
A horror game about delusions, blissful ignorance, and the depraved acts that humans do in the name of love.
Ib(Translated.)
A young girl named Ib visits an art gallery with her parents. While observing the many exhibits, she suddenly realizes she is alone.
A young girl named Ib visits an art gallery with her parents. While observing the many exhibits, she suddenly realizes she is alone.













