"OUR SPECIAL PLACE" "It didn't mean anything... It doesn't mean anything... It -won't- mean anything. There's nothing left to complain about." *** Archangel Snowflake sitting in an empty black void, white etherial energy surrounding her pitch black body, devoid of all light save for what's around her, knees tucked under her and feet to the side. She has her right hand over her torso, holding her left elbow. Her wings are open, but not fully outstretched. She's leaning over somewhat, as if struggling to remain upright at all. Her left hand is placed over her left eye, her blank white eye peeking out from between her fingers. Her eye looks out from between her fingers. Her right eye is covered by her hair, obscured by shadow. her tail is curled in front of her, not touching her, like it's making the space she's allowed to occupy bigger for her. *** Text surrounding her reads: "AS I SEEP INTO MY BLACKEST VOID OF ALL... I'M NOTHING... I AM NO ONE. AS I SLEEP I HEAR HIM CREEPING DOWN THE WALLS... "-THEY'RE NOTHING... THEY'RE ALL GONE.-" Song Lyrics from The Queenstons- "Our Special Place" (partially modified) 1 hour 24 minutes Ballpoint pens on paper
"OUR SPECIAL PLACE"
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