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Chest Of Light"I obeyed the whims of fearand hysteria". Adrenaline escorting him through colourless voids. Through viperous forests, murderous deserts, the rose; coiled. Venom of the earth was swallowed joyously, and poison sap spilled into a chest of light buried in shade. Bed made in a moss and rubble amalgam his shadows appear in the water, raising the executioners sword, preparing to swing down on his tired neck. Rising proud, eyes faced toward the sky, basking in the blur, the pain of reality. "A step towards where I must be." |