I arrived after my journey, weary from far along the horizon pushing me, A nightmare dressed in vaingloriously Unbecoming gauche

fabrics verily there sang a slow sonorous entropy, a nightingale and a harmony. It lathered onto misery, eerie shadows, beveled mirrors, a symphony without a sound and dressed in nudity. A faint hello and then the harsh greeting. I am a soul without a body, and stripped forever of humanity. I do not know my own identity am without a name, face, self, destiny. Soul wasted all its breath in that moaning. For dispossessed was it of the very purpose it was made to boast: A Faerie. S/he then said, I have a memory of many ways to love an enemy. From Underneath the earth, Persephone.

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