a wisp of breath.

“Eager for affection and for disaster, oscillating between extreme audacity and the most dreadful anguish, as inconceivable on a scale of real beings as a mythical being, he tore himself on the thorns with which he surrounded himself until becoming nothing but a wound, never allowing himself to be confined by anything or anyone.” ⁠— ishino yamato, the ares. — william shin, the maelstrom. — aaron o'connor, the mercurius.