THIS DEATH WILL BE ART

‎ Please, don't ever worry

‎ I know it's morbid

‎ But we all die one day

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The lack of reaction is indicative of a certain familiarity with disembodied voices and their needling allegations.

Still, she is given subtle pause, as gilded hues drag their way, listlessly, across page fifty six of the book she has been perusing during her down time. Something about a god, wicked women of the woods and disturbing orgies. A human spun tale, of course.

Fingers bend the corner of the yellowing paper.

A brow furrows.