@Fizzyalexa06 A geometry of flesh too perfect for this world. It... pleases the eye beyond all reason.
A raven-haired lenore whose loveliness whispers 'Nevermore' to all lesser lights. Thou art... most fair.
@Baniy01 In the velvet hush of 3 a.m., when the house itself holds its breath, your fingers move like pale spiders across forbidden skin—summoning a lover who was never there, and leaving only the cold, wet echo of something that watched you do it.
@Fizzyalexa06 Night is over and you’ve “woken up,” but the monsters that watched you sleeping are still there , still hungry and waiting for you. The daytime safety is only temporary.
In the frozen halls where the longships rot, the chorus still echoes... but the voices are no longer alive. They call from the black water, dragging the living down to join the endless row
#VIKINGS#WAR#WINDBLOWSCOLD
@Fizzyalexa06@john322226 Worked through the long night, as always have, fingers raw, back bent, shadows clinging to the ledger like old blood. Dawn came, and still the envelope was empty. 'Payment comes later,' they whispered from the walls. But later never arrives... and neither do I stop working...
@Fizzyalexa06 Every night when you surrender to sleep, a small part of you stays awake in the hollow behind your eyes. It watches. It waits. And sometimes... it lets the others in
Sleep well