@affctus || x
How ODD, how bizarre could a little girl be? Was it that she was little,or was it simple his being ageless that prompted her to be such in his mind? Of which was fact, he had no certainty. Digitized self remains before her, a PROJECTION of a true self caught in the confines of a screen. Yet, purpose remains singular; a guide, a merchant, a GOD in his own right. Head cants, soulless eyes of mask fixated on her being, laugh low in his throat. He has seen gore and carnage and death--why, now, would he feel anything but complacency?
‘ You’ve made quite the mess, my dear friend.’









