Tales were told of the one who would bring the fire. 🔥
Only then, would everything be returned to equilibrium.
Tales were told of the one who would bring the fire. 🔥
Only then, would everything be returned to equilibrium.
For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗
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.
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
❤️ Love ❤️
It was not love.
And it was not obsession.
Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.
But I do not have to play into the fantasy.
I’m actually free, to do as I please.