i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
creative destruction destroys the old and ushers in the new.
the boundary between dreams and reality is thin. the ghosts and demons of your darkest dreams leak out of your nightmares, tainting the golden glow of the sun on once-bright blue days. instead, the brightness is tempered by a darkness flickering on the corners of your visions. you shudder. the insane laugh at the sane.Continue reading “contradictions of reality”