#larzgraveuswrath

Time, like flitting grains of sand moves with the wind. It trails the dunes of lost memories and forgotten ages and like empires old, turn to nothing but the fading debris of weathered rocks and ancient

Alan was not a simple man, his eyes, as beady as they were, held a sardonic look while he wore a constant frown because he was always caught up in some conundrum plaguing his mind. He was not the type