No matter how many times I experienced it, I never quite grew accustomed to the sensation of dying.
For an instant I am not one, but an infinite many, a boundless and tumultuous cyclone of innumerable souls all united in the gospel choir of grace. And then I’m snatched away, and I am one again; a single, flawed, lonely Tarnished. And I only see that choir again in my restless dreams, and some part of me longs to shed this individuality and return to it.
And after that transcen
Elden Ring: Torrential Feast (Mare Pred, Sex)
By: MistysIsland
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