Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
After all that walking and carrying, Amun almost didn't believe his eyes when the landscape in the distance starting changing. However, there was no mistaking how the greens and colors of Leafchange in King's End gave way to the more muted browns and grays of the Hollowed Ground. More than that, the scar left behind by the barrier was still noticeable from here.
Looking down at Maea, he nodded and smiled. "I'll be here until the stars turn to dust and this world gives way to the next," he promised. With that, he picked up the pace, planning to head straight to the Voice's shrine in the Woodland. After that, well, it was more up to the woman in his arms than him.
-FIN
Looking down at Maea, he nodded and smiled. "I'll be here until the stars turn to dust and this world gives way to the next," he promised. With that, he picked up the pace, planning to head straight to the Voice's shrine in the Woodland. After that, well, it was more up to the woman in his arms than him.
-FIN
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
