At the center of the cornfield, something abandoned rises above us. When we look up, a shadow passes through an open window. The moon is full, and it’s clear we won’t be resting here tonight. — Magnetic Maze | Aloharmius
Sencillo / Pista
At the center of the cornfield, something abandoned rises above us. When we look up, a shadow passes through an open window. The moon is full, and it’s clear we won’t be resting here tonight.