Prince Bastion found the secret garden and in its midst stood the tree of life. What he thought always to be a fairy tale was real. His mind spinning he knew he had to find the One, If the tree was real then He must b too.
By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.