in the dead of a crisp moon lit winter night, upon a barren field laced gently with a warm, soft, blanket of snow covering all, stands the withered husk of the mightiest tree to withstand the test of time. Its ancient branches naked, stretched upwards clawing at the glowing sphere illuminating the empty darkness.

Im back in london again studying and making money. You know what i hate when fucken room mates wont buy food, or do anything around the house, im very close to getting new ones unless they change their ways.