Mysteria388

The Mist is but a shadow... The Myst is but a ryhme... Deceptive in the darkness... Woven with the sands of time... Pulsing like the brightest star... Swirling like the snow... Where is the light? Where is the path to right? Why only I, the Myst, doth know. ~_^ (fanfiction writer and fan of GW 2x4 pairings her work is always a mix of dark and light where illusion is key and nothing is ever as it seems.)