Like a beacon in the night, he waits. Ignoring the ghosts that pass by seeking attention. His stare glazes over with a forced complacency while his hearing remains acutely tuned in to your intent.
Like a beacon in the night, he waits. Ignoring the ghosts that pass by seeking attention. His stare glazes over with a forced complacency while his hearing remains acutely tuned in to your intent.