one; warm

As Karma roams the barren spaces of his house, he feels the cold. It's the wind; one which comes from an imaginary vent and whistles through the empty air, in search of a warmth to sweep around.

However, warmth is not something to be found in his house. It is a rare luxury which comes around every once in a while, but ends abruptly once he steps through the front door.

Karma longs for warmth.

Karma longs for a home.

(Cover made by the lovely angel @snowcrows - thank you!!)

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