❛ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❜ // @fromgallowsandgraves
"And yet do you have little choice but to bear it even so, for one moment and then another and yet another still—" begins an inexplicably unsettling voice uttered by an oddly looming figure, not unlike those spectral images that linger just at the edges of sight until one turns, only for them to vanish.
"And so on and so forth. This you must do until such time as that still mortal thread tethering you to this world has been severed by the Fates, and Death is compelled to claim you. Such has been the way of this world since its beginning; so it remains to this day."

















