Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks... Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks... Lets us sparkle brightly, Always.
Tite KuboWe stand in awe before that which cannot be seen. We respect with every fiber of our being that which cannot be explained.
Tite KuboI sensed only an instant of apprehension. She never raised an eyebrow at the question.. Such a brave girl.
Tite Kubo