If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd

Beyond The Indian Hamlet, Upon A Forlorn Strand, I Happened On A Trail Of Recent Footprints.

Human Hunger Birthed The Civlize, But Human Hunger Killed It Too.

If I Want To Act Relaxed, It's Going To Take All My Cunning, Skill, And Concentration.

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.

Time Is What Stops History Happening At Once; Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Disappears.