Shrouded in linen, Lesions across a trachea. Trenches filled of relics, Boots mucked. Yet the yearling hasn't turned two, Everything remains as yesterday. I no longer have the means to update this myth nor work on it. I will plan to slowly work on the main game for a showcase-ish view but don't expect much. Thank you Amalafrida for the assets of the doll, watch and pipes :)!