ʷᵉ ʸᵉᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ

ᵣₑₘₑₘbₑᵣ ₜₕₐₜ

ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵘˢ

ₜₕₐₜ ₛₒᵤₙdₛ … ₙᵢcₑ.

ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ’ˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ᵍˡᵒʷ?

ᵃʰ

ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ

ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ‘ⁱᵗ’ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ?

ˢʰᵃ-ᵐⁱʳ

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(( Seb and Sheol are malnourished / sopping wet cats

(( once I eat something I may go into the rabbit hole I went through to expand on She-ol and its newly assigned associations to the sun and the seas and love and all that bs

always.

salvation will claim what is owed.

but / still / we sing our song.

man ensures it be so.

we may die.

your threats mean nothing.

when you inevitably leave our scion to rot in those pits, just like man had done all those ages ago, it shall be OBLIVION that answers his calls. again. and again. and again.

to what end?

yorokobe 🙏

update. it seems like im getting my knight back sooner than i thought

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘴.

𝘐𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘴.

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.

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&&, with a single though final breath, this ancient prisoner roars its first true cry. an ode to the brilliant red moon that it recognizes as its constant companion in endless rest and in broken hopes and dreams.

the        SERAPH      ETERNAL      would       rise,        warmth in the air increasing drastically as the ageless creature rears back onto mangled legs.