While the Soul screams alone in the Abyss the Mind and Heart notice nothing amiss. Aye, communication may be a two-way street but in this domain it is treated as only one. While the waves as dark as pitch swell over the noise the beast deep underneath smiles, knowing it has, for now, won. When bubbles of air come up instead of the gasp for air does the hat of the Madman sink down below, where it is much more maddeningly fun. Uncolored eyes gaze up at its prey, pillars unmade into teeth widening into a smile. In this world, demons become us just as much as we become saints.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 09:13:12 +0000
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