Gateway to the Empyrean: Cirrocumulus 39

It was getting quite lonely in this airborne fiefdom where I might as well play the violin to give this place a symphony of one. Who was I kidding? I dreamed of governing with a fair sense of justice. Yet I had no one to lead. However, I saw that peculiar rocket-powered galleon in the … Continue reading Gateway to the Empyrean: Cirrocumulus 39

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