the nightwalker Aril Kang ⛓️

if you want to read me, good.

Walking down a steep path, the cracks filled with relentless moss that tries to cover what's damaged,

the surrendered angel,

the hand of an acolyte touches the roses,

white roses stained with the blood of a bond, now forced marble.

Your journey was like them, exactly like your memory that took nourishment from our hearts,

the thorns recall the extracorporeal pain of your absence.

If presence becomes absence,

in this case, one might say that the statue remains cracked but beautiful nonetheless.

Nostalgia and regret, the mourning its quintessence

The icy touch of Thanatos has taken you away, and it is precisely in his domain that I find comfort.

Walking among statues of angels that seem to be me,

forced to accept the deafening emptiness of the house,

the lovely rain makes me understand that you still love me, and I may not accept your absence,

but I will shape this marble so that I am worthy when you gaze upon it.