Thursday, September 21, 2017


A short story.


out of winter, but not out of snow.

nocturne is seemingly eternal. flocks of fletches haunting anround the sky, flapping their wings to the echoes of the grave silence. heavens above, the clouds begin to sunder, as your own shadow is the only thing that drives you away from your insanity. never before you'd thought that seeing own's reflection would be this delightful, although you very much know the twilight of the grieving can't fully be relied upon.

fate's watching you playing a game against yourself, and it understands very well that whoever lost their patience first would be forced to submit their defeat. its pawns are your senses, and its chessboard is no other than your head. not even your everlasting desperation could help you out - the devastation's permanent, or so it is told. there is a lifeline however - heed my advice, and understand that the only escape route can only be carved by changing the playing field that is your own self.

you've took your first move right by realizing that your shadow's not as it is. ether flames abound, grab the dying light fragments and break all the illusion within that fortunes have forgotten. its warmth are your safety, and its glow are your repelling salvation. march forth, crave your pathway, and break all the semblances that have enveloped your vision all the time.

i'll be waiting on the other side.


welcome. congratulations for breaking the illusory box that is your mind's own tormenting "mental block". ah, feel free to take a good look around. hmm? what's with that frowning disappointment? yes, this place has indeed always as dark as your previous room, if not darker.

if you're confused, then i'll let you ponder upon my following questions. how was it like being trapped for years in desolation only to be given a meticulous insight by the ghastilest of oracles? have you been so desperate of breaking away from your previous cage, only not to notice the immolating lilies on your exit path? have you been so lost in translation to the point that you've forgotten that in the world of trickery not a single articulation is trustworthy without prior and further investigation?

feeling afraid now? well, you should. welcome to my world - the world of your mind's everlasting paranoias, where analysis by paralysis is your own ruination. and unlike your past realm, i've ensured that there will be no possible escape route. you're destined to be here forever, you're mine forever, and i'll also be yours forever. the feeling's mutual, as i have always been living inside you all the time.

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