Bones of the Golden Age [old}

The myths, the legends, they came and left. Ideals rose in their wake. A new golden age dawned.Paving a gentler world.

but better is not goo, there remain those abandoned in the cracks.  Craving that simple warmth.

Two is a serpent that dreams of peace. but every desire bears a price. How much will it cost her?

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