Amarantha D.Wolfen

New Moon in the sign of Scorpio. I'm prisoner of the moon like the seas. Restless, there is no peace, wave after wave. A high tide and low tide, rising and retreating, strong at depths. Like a mirror of the winds obeying only lunar attraction.

Dreamy plans where only the truth is a changing landscape and despair flourish.

Sometimes I would really need a mental amputation. Guillotine that Hunter, kill that damned patron saint of this whole ethos, in early morning hours, when my philosophy approaches the scenarios.

What if devil's swan had never landed on us. Would we have returned back to an alternative world on a long timeline. It would be welcomed variation on post-apocalyptic dystopias, except for an unequal caste society, but a pet dragon would be absolutely wonderful, and I wouldn’t mind witchcraft either.