Dust travels with the wind, and death waits at the end of the road.
Precise, excellent, and unrelentingly difficult.
Endearing and full of child-like wonderment.
Indulgent, beautiful, packed with possibilities, but perhaps a little too brooding.
What is horror if not a little bit of powerlessness when faced against the spark of unknown.
Gone are the days of busy couches full of spectators and participants.
Keep on beating.
And then she slams her frigate through the hull of the cargo ship.
When I was younger, space had very little meaning to me.
Cold and alone.
A treat to design in, without much more to it.
An amazing companion to an adventurer’s spirit.