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𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃
𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.
There is no name for her. That is the first mercy. Names would imply an edge. Such a boundary one might face with trembling fingers and say "This is where she ends and I begin." But she does not end. She is an intrusion. She is a thought that seeps into the cracks of my skull like ink through wet parchment. She is patient, but irreversible. I do not recall when I first noticed her. She recalls fondly when she first noticed myself. I was doom gazing. Eyes locked onto a horizon that would never come. The warmth I felt was not solar radiation. It was not the boiling of myself in a vacuum. It was her. It was always her.
Kult: +20
Total: 20