Ghost Pulse stops, stars twinkle, consciousness shakes, knees soften, eyes darken ... Powerlessness intoxicates the flesh. The soul in hell slowly perishes. In the chest air is not enough, screaming with excitement, will burst. Elements rage, fight like an angel and a demon. Time stops, the air bends. Bright holds my heart. Eyes meet you. The breath of the equinox triumphs. The clock ticked, the room came to life. Branches slammed down the facade. The wind whistled through the frosted windows. Was it a dream or a shadow?
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ryybaby answered · September 17, 2020
Strong words, but the impact of who knows what will not, you have to practice.