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⠀ACT 1    :   𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶    :   𝔐𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 ! 𝔒𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 . 


𝔏𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔫  :  cataclysm . Suddenly, you were the wolf of your own story . Teeth bared and snarling ; unstable . How long has it been since you can remember what sanity felt like ? No screams ripping from your throat as you stare at your coal covered hands trembling from the act you commit time after time . Hollow eyes seem fixed on the portrait your hands made in violent fury . A heavy weight as you slide it into the pile of bodies you couldn't save . Death bringer . You couldn't save this one either , could you ? Too caught up in trying not to scream little banshee . Your hearts too heavy for this world . Time for sleep .


ACT 2    :   𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶    :   𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 .