Charles Smith

Asylum817 Productions Presents Charles Smith

I cannot live like this forever. Someday, everything will end and I will have no reason to exist. My eyes have seen every place, every form, every dimension. My purpose is constant and eternal. Or so I thought. There is a way out for me and I have found it. In her. It was said long ago, before I was created, that death will come from above. I must save myself from this torment that I know is coming when this all ends. When the skies of madness return.