& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
The dead face does not look pleased as you raise the rug. Perhaps that's simply because in this game of hide and seek it is the first to be uncovered. That, or because it's dead. "We are all guilty of something." The corpse replies dully, staring up at you with dead and judgemental green eyes. A scream is written on the wall, silenced by the slam of a door. The room turns its gaze on you wondering of what you are guilty of.
You're the one holding the knife, after all.
An orange rolls out of the bowl and off the counter, landing in a puddle of blood. Droplets bead outwards like a shattered chandelier before time reverses and the orange returns to the bowl hiding the shine of metal once more.
You're the one holding the knife, after all.
An orange rolls out of the bowl and off the counter, landing in a puddle of blood. Droplets bead outwards like a shattered chandelier before time reverses and the orange returns to the bowl hiding the shine of metal once more.
the lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
