She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart?Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue…is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved?

That’s where the deceased chose to reside and that is where he will be placed.” Kekaju and the Hidden Swamp