" marie ... i see fate has been unkind, as usual. ” a gravely voice calls from the inky blackness between the trees , wisps morphing into hair , skin bathed in moon glow ; she carries herself with poise and effortless grace , never rising above a whisper . “ 'tis a shame even you weren’t spared from this mind numbing chaos ... i suppose my bloodline always did have a flair for the dramatics . how are you coping? ” ( @hypnctics )









