𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, lies the alter of creation. a ripple in time : her existence a fracture within the the universe. her soul incomplete, broken —— lost within the gateway of the underworld, she was not meant to exist. for eurydice had vanquished, unseen since the fire of asphodel, when orpheus doubted and sought after her spirit. the master of strings had not been successful then, but you... you were different. through your miracles alone, gave rise to someone the fates had long since forgotten. she exist now because of you, as a placeholder / as your inheritor. so rest now, she pleads, dismantle your burden onto her. allow her to spread out her arms, so that she may be shackled in your place. ❝ i never once blamed you, you know. for giving me this purpose.... so please, don't look so guilty. ❞ @orphelic