There’s no escape from Isaac’s dreams while our fingers slowly adhere to our keyboards. Our hearts turn from red to grey and to black and then to red again; sometimes broken, sometimes whole.
http://bindingofisaac.com/
There’s no escape from Isaac’s dreams while our fingers slowly adhere to our keyboards. Our hearts turn from red to grey and to black and then to red again; sometimes broken, sometimes whole.
http://bindingofisaac.com/