Apr 4, 2016
a moment taken, call it a subtle death of time ------ red optics, burnt & brightened as some withering rose, flicker in careful observation of the other being. distilled in silence, he seems to hover in a sort of falsified mercy, made better as contemplation. A QUESTION OF SENTIENCE: this inhumane / inhuman behemoth of a mortal god cants his head to the sight of something / someone that piques his interest.
❛ who made you ? ❜
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