Nothing is as it seems The eyes of a shifting mound Luring you to stay I follow the stream A music without sound Of hopes that lead astray Machines of screams That keeps me bound In an eternal day But I hear a seraphim At last, I see my wound And in blood the machine I slay
Øri lives in Quebec City with their cat. When they aren’t playing or writing for D&D, they are usually searching for rhymes for their poems or playing video games.