The uncommon hours of the night fill with whispers and grinding of spectral teeth. Darkness refuses to be empty, grows a blade that it holds against the neck of the soul. If dreams come they will be broken and full of wounds. – #CLNolan
The uncommon hours of the night fill with whispers and grinding of spectral teeth. Darkness refuses to be empty, grows a blade that it holds against the neck of the soul. If dreams come they will be broken and full of wounds. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 10, 2020