"Whenever I touch the strings, the surrounding emotions all flow into me, through my fingertips, surging up into the sky and down into the ground. Did you hear it too? The cry of life in its truest form... How astonishing, how beautiful."
Who knew that the local yapper, selected as the star of the city, fine tuning such melodies & songs into breaking people's chains would end up in this position?!
Lifting up her skirt, ripped tights exposing such pure womanhood, permitting Ritsuka's soft lips all over ->
such fine trimmed bush & petals, arousal dripping down & staining onto bed sheets & chin. Hand grips onto fine brush hair, pushing mage to keep going, while the opposite grips onto fabric for dear life. "D-Do not stop!" Sankta pleads, whimpering. Blinking with sight collecting-
it was by mere coincidence that the young boy,
blood-soaked, came to be in possession of this
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speartip; coincidentally, he also possessed the
aptitude to wield it. what is coincidence, indeed?
๐e๊ฑแดแด ๐rabro.
Eye for eye, we cross this divide
One for one, into our demise
It's a parasitic trend
Looking for a victim
Stuck inside a hivemind fantasy.
~Nefarith
( โก + โป )