Little knight! You have ventured through the ruins of this world, seeming not to flinch at the devastation wrought by the Radiance, for you are devoid of soul and dream.
Yet, I know the truth. Your shell does not carry naught but void, but rather a flicker of desire. This yearning shall consume you until the infection takes over, transforming you into a wrathful servant.
Thus, I do implore to you: Stay not within the Black Egg, for you shall rage with dreams, concealed from the kingdom. And you shall be broken by the Radiance, not appreciated for the stasis you have provided, and left with an unfulfilled heart.
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Twisted Musings: A Collection of Contradictions
PoetryThis a humble endeavor to capture the different facets of life as I see it. These poems/shorts are an attempt to make sense of the world and my place in it through the medium of words. They may not always seem entirely coherent, but they come from t...
