May 11, 2020

A Hypothesis on the Singularity of Delight

On the road that was believed to spiral into Nowhere, he found her bathed in divine light. She was waiting far too long to be gazed upon with the eye of inherent blackness, barely standing on her feet. As soon as her butterfly whisper reached him, he realized that the cocoon had to be opened, regardless of the night’s indifference...

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