the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>

Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.

A story told one thousand times. Devastation, destruction, rebirth and renewal.

From the ashes, rises the phoenix. 🐦‍🔥

Tales were told of the one who would bring the fire. 🔥

Only then, would everything be returned to equilibrium.

Everyone must be aware of their position in the show.

Don’t be distracted by presumed importance. You are a cog in the innards of the machine. To be utilized, not seen.

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.