THROUGH THE DARKNESS ; THEY PREVAIL.
reborn from cinders & ash , a phoenix emerged from the embers of her own flame , a thing created to die & be reborn over & over again until the very last spark of light is snuffed out by the endless dark . this is their fate : to die in the name of a silent god , to be reshaped from the bones of the dead for the sole purpose of defending the light that unstrung their bones & gave them a new shape , a new purpose . sol energy burns its way through her veins , scorches her from the inside out , as if the sun itself is entombed within her chest , unyielding in its ferocity ; once , she used it as a weapon , allowed it to swelter inside of her until her dying breath only to erupt anew in a hail of sparks & white - hot embers that could singe the flesh of her enemies with its utter radiance . she has been forged again & again from the flames themselves so many times that she cannot distinguish the two ——– she is the flame & the flame is she : they are one , united .
“ you would seek it out alone ? “ her fire is no longer the scorching blaze of a wildfire but that of tender warmth & divine protection , a guiding flame towards a benevolent dawn , heralding the light in even the darkest corners of the universe . she understands that speculation , theory , only goes so far ; they cannot fight the darkness by mere thoughts alone , & she is not content to sit in the safety of the gilded walls of the tower & wait for it to consume them . “ it spreads every second we don’t act . there is only so much that one person can do . “
THERE IS ONE ROAD. one path. one destiny. you are all a part of the grand scheme, but the future does not tremble before you. not like it trembles before her, a quaking, foreboding FORCE OF NATURE, a feather in the wind, at the mercy of her will. she was born from the traveler. his form rests inside her, bubbling, lying in wait for the moment of truth. there is an expression of solemn curiosity on her face, casting a shadow of a smile across her lips ( oh, those lips ). but it’s only a shadow, it shall never take the form of a true simper, but it’s in her eyes. the speckles of aureate glimmer, moving methodically. they behave slowly, their movements sluggish yet sharp, bouncing haphazardly against the rims of her irises. THEY CANNOT FIGHT THIS BATTLE ALONE. it’s been etched into their mind from the beginning, a strength in numbers, but there has been too much calamity. there’s a stranger in her mind, the face of a HUMANSTRUCK GODDESS, a beautiful force of nature that stands with her hands metaphorically outstretched. but she cannot accept it ( or, she won’t ). ❝ why should you fight for us? ❞
THIS IS A PATH ONLY A MARTYR COULD WALK. there’s death in her eyes, it bleeds through the emerald. the darkness has already spread, & within it’s barricades, somewhere, lie the hope of those that dare place their trust in a wanderer. there is no truth here. only ash. only bone. only desire. ❝ are you willing to die for this? ❞
snowghoul
theartofmadeline
