1 Jun 2018

St. Nicholas the Four-Eyed Killing the Minotaur

I’ve seen the blackest of their noises and dreamed of dancing the tango of death with their obfuscated emanations. I’ve stretched my weak arms as far as I could, only to touch the Emptiness and feel her soft, throbbing skin under my scrawny fingers. I’ve opened my tired eyes before the Dark Light and begged him to take me away and chain me to Eternity, with Time voraciously devouring my withered memories. Now, I float alone in this vast Unknown, surrounded by the pieces of broken mirrors, but failing to recognize myself...

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