The Driftwood Cathedral
Added 2017-03-16 21:15:17 +0000 UTCAs salty waves march along the mortal shores, the remnants of our lives touch the realm of angels. Azrael takes us back into his home, scooping the silt of our lives into his hands and carrying them back to safety. No matter how long we leave him, he's waiting for us patiently. Standing by the tide, he longs to see us again.
Look out to the horizon, you will not meet his gaze but you will feel it. You are on your way home.
