• H posted an update 2 years, 6 months ago

    She comes to him in dreams. She is light as she never truly was; she is designing in ways he never thought she was capable. Somewhere in the bones and tissue of him, buried beneath the idea of HIM, he’s lamenting. Risen from his throat, a halting cry. He can’t quiet the stir of it. His mind is severing from him and yet he only stands still.