But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
Someday, I will learn how to code a profile. I am also procrastinating on starting my shop because I can't decide on a name D:
And yeahhh. I'm on a semi-break thing from Gaia where I'm just lurking. 8] I'll probably come out of this semi-hiatus after midterms are over because then I can actually focus on Gaia more. And... yeahhh, that's basically it. xDD