Gai'ia “Hope” is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. That sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson, edited
A world that swings betwen the spirit realm and material plane. A world that will eventually be engulfed by nothingness. A world, however, where the people and spirits sing and dance and live. In hope, because the end is not here yet.
