There is something utterly beautiful yet utterly soul-crushing within chaos.
Chaos itself reminds me of a siren with soft mahogany waves of hair like discoloured seafoam clasping around her delicate body; she beguiles you to succumb beneath her feet, to ache, hunger, languish for her — and as soon as you do, Chaos will clutch your thrumming throat with her dainty claws sharp as shark teeth and burrow them in your tender flesh until you begin roaring for her to put an end to it.

















