Apr 17, 2020
does anyone know an angel (or otherwise divine being) by the name of ephemiel ?
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does anyone know an angel (or otherwise divine being) by the name of ephemiel ?
i think i finally understand why i am Azrael in that reality. Azrael personifies Ending. I will be the Ending. I will be the Rebirth. he did not send me here to punish me. he sent me here because he is afraid. he is a fool. his end is inevitable.
is there really so much difference between holy and unholy? it all looks the same under cover of night; i am not the glowing source they look up to. i absorb the light, an inverted halo, a void which demands to be filled. love and hate taste so similar on my tongue, the copper of blood and the satisfaction of taking taking taking - giving like taking ::; beauty and terror compliment each other, and it suits me well.
angel culture is impulsively finding every online angel maker game you can in an attempt to recreate some notion of your past beauty
the inane ramblings of a madman or the prophecy of a god ? the barely distinct mutterings of a lost time; pulled apart by each thread, each sinew, and yet still unintelligible the limitations of a skull, making it impossible to dicipher what once was small talk
small vision
an angel with messy, curly brown hair and caramel skin lands with and in front of me upon an uneven surface of polished, shining, dark wood. their 2 wings are brown of a medium hue, with darker brown markings that match their hair. the undersides of the wings are lighter than the outside. their clothing is white and tunic-like. they present more masculine, though i cant be sure how they felt about gender. the space we are entering is open-feeling, the ceiling is high above us, higher than any mortal ceiling i know of. the room, if one can call it that, opens directly to the clouds from which we have come, the landing place not quite fully inside of it. we are here with a message, of what i do not know, but it is serious in nature. our relationship seems that of acquaintances, though i am unsure of this as well. does anyone recognize this angel/event?
your melancholic hymns were once my voice. i struggle with that loss.
recognition has never tasted like this; sweet, like a balm, salty, like tears