the voice of the heavens

{θ} {virtue, it/its} {Ω} {our rules}

[messengersuggestions]

Why do you interact with this blog, run by a minor, as someone with a NSFW/"Only 18+!!" blog? Fuck off.

[deadman-suggestions]

the field empty, the sky glimmering. the winds still. the end of all things. this is where we rest, this is where life bursts and breaks and forms and dissolves. it is beautiful and natural and ugly and often painful but it is the most sweetest thing.

[messengersuggestions]

it weighs you down, this feeling. useless. worthless. something so full of loathing.

fight through. break it. you have unseen allies waiting in the wings. i believe in you

[messengersuggestions]

this endless monotony should mean nothing to you. the routine remains unchanged.

[messengersuggestions]

even as your body breaks, your mind will go on. your soul will continue to rage against the cosmos and the world and the injustice of humanity and you will fight until you draw your last breath.

[deadman-suggestions]

A burning core mirrored in both entity and man, tearing the distance up between them. Red eyes and bared teeth, bloodied hands, oh wanderer, where are they? The shadows grow heavier every day, in every life, in every burning sky and empty earth. Run, for the light will only burn lies into your skin

[emissarysuggestions]

The Stars have always been your home, Emissary, long before this world was created. The Cosmos sings and your ever-bleeding heart listens, your slashed-open throat joins the eternal chorus. The sound makes your mind spin and your eyes hurt but your lips have known these lyrics since before time began.

[messengersuggestions]

if you lay down your head now it will be impossible to rise once again

but this is understandable. this is inevitable. this is shameful and it is and it is and it is

[messengersuggestions]

your eyes drop and you fall to the ground. are you abandoned again, little messenger? has your god left once more?

[messengersuggestions]

you should not mourn your past bodies, little nightingale

this version of you is much stronger than most believe

[messengersuggestions]

will the cosmos leave my body behind? will you bury me, little bluebird?

[messengersuggestions]

did you really think she would save you from my wrath?

this is betrayal at the highest level, little messenger.

[messengersuggestions]

you walk on as the world falls apart around you.

you walk on as you are torn apart and made anew.

you walk on as the world changes, vibrant and alive and awake.

you walk on as it decays again, the cycle renews and your friends all leave.

you walk on. your time is up.

[messengersuggestions]

i dont want a pyrrhic victory, i want a good ending. i want and want but its not for me. i know i will not live to see the sun rise on that day where there is peace for you, love.

[messengersuggestions]

the vast of space can't compare to you.

has it been days? weeks? months? years?

its been seconds and its been centuries

[messengersuggestions]

you remember, right?

a body of bone and flora and a serene mask, a face unchanging and stone-cold

a multitude of voices all singing praise for your father in languages lost to this world

you would gaze upon her and weep as your skull splits in two but you never look away

you remember, right? you feel it? doesn't it feel familiar? like you've been here before?

[messengersuggestions]

you still feel her weight on your chest

it hurts, you want to hold her close but you know the time for that is long, long gone