#hauntinglybeautiful

[huascrimsonpeony]

No temple, no incense, no prayers. Xie Lian walks through the mortal realm as a nameless god, forgotten but never gone.

He wears white, yet the world stains him in red. He is mercy in human form, yet the heavens call him a disgrace. He was never meant for the celestial halls—his place is between the living and the dead, where ghosts whisper his name and the wind carries his silent blessings.

A god who has nothing, and yet gives everything.

[goetiiavacuum]

[nekocrime]

[darkfantasy-13]

[mydarkawaits]

[akkifuar]

Туманная осень расплескалась по земле. Лес медленно покачивал голыми ветвями, укрыв тропы хрустом пожухшей листвы. В заводях — стая уток: плывут по забытому водоему, будто безмолвные стражи; над кладбищем рядом — каменная дева, берегущая вечную скорбь. И каждый стережет осенний покой по-своему.

Дома́ прячутся в молочной дымке, затерявшись между миром живых и тенями. Каждый скрип ветки, каждый порыв ветра звучит предвестием тайны, которую осень доверяет лишь тем, кто умеет слушать.

Здесь, среди сырости и опавших трав, бродит лесная ведьма. Она идет по тропе между березами, не оставляя следов, и туман склоняется к ней, как к старому другу.

— «Обитель Лесной Ведьмы»

[writtenbyhazel]

PART - I THE TEMPTER'S CALLING

The tempter caresses my head With the ill hands of seduction.

I, the sinner, have been called upon To be seduced, once and for all by all the immoralities of a mortal Disgustingly fascinating I know, Or maybe I should not have ever known .

His embrace engulfs the resting worldly emotions in me.

This world— mesmerising, achingly mesmerising, to ever let go.

Will the tempter let go of me into this world or another, to yet again eat me alive just one more time to let his winceful hunger stop whispering

This vicious cycle, Will he ever let me break the chains? Will I ever be just a free thought, leaving behind a part of me That doesn't breathe but lets others breathe?

A breath that doesn't cost them comparison of ill or intent of betrayals and trusts they will have to prove?

Will I ever be bound again To these blood-dirty threads sewed on me To these needles piercing deeper and deeper With each blow of my vengeful utterly human desires?

[polykrom]

"Portraits"

2024

François