Narrative arc: Struggle. To defend, to devour, to grow. Aside from a lover, a mother and a soulmate or two, it’s you vs the world and you’re not going down without a fight. Your narrative arc, from what I know of you, is the story of someone clawing their mark into a mountain, shouting, “I deserve to be real! So I shall become so!” It’s about fighting for a spot in space amongst the stars, about showing that the earth produces plants and rocks alive.
Aesthetic: Holy imagery, white and light-tan, gold // Demonic imagery, blood-matted fur, rusted chain-link fences // Snow and bones
Dynamic with me: I get a sense that we are very distinctly different people, not quite opposites but sharing very little in common. Yet I still feel something with you, some kind of inexplicable connection -- maybe whatever we share with otso is what we come together on? It’s hard to tell. Aside from that vague feeling of connectivity, you’ve actually balanced out my more idealistic worldviews on multiple occassions, generally preventing me from falling into pitfalls of assumption and subsequent harm.