The Driftwood Cathedral
Аннотация от автора:
As salty waves march along the mortal shores, the remnants of our lives touch the realm of angels. Azrael takes us back into his house, scooping up the silt of our lives and carrying them to safety. No matter how long we leave him, he'll patiently wait for our return. Look out to the horizon far enough and you'll see. You are on your way home.
