There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't. — Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't. — Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't. — Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't. — Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't. — Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
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There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't.

— Atul Randev, The Degenerate Tales of Decadent Minds
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