…BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND, THERE WAS ONLY ME & MY DISGRACE
A cluster of original characters connected by doomed narratives, fractured familial bonds, and being beaten by the hands that fed them.
A lesson in—
finding light when the stars have forgotten, the sun’s warmth grown cold, and the moon’s embrace hangs empty in the sky
retaining pride for blood that runs deeper than the soil of a nation, reaching far past its conception into the mythos of creation
trusting decay to feed the bloom so that one may stand tall to cast shadows over the mountains and valleys once more
—all to say, “I WAS AM HERE.”
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AFFILIATIONS :: @lcvnderhazed, @lotuskissed / @milksp1lt
