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                    They breath life anew, ichor stains

         Innocence abundant, crystalline like their heart

SOME STARTER SENTENCE FROM A POST LOST IN MY SHIT STORM OF A BLOG

“Your search for enlightenment may bring about far more than you have bargained for.” The trials of Gods and those searching for Godhood were never something to be hailed. It either brought about a sort of calmness within a being, or an unyielding sense of rage and depression. They had seen it in the faces of their father and their mother when it came to them, and it had never left. “However, you are still young, regardless of the outcome do not dwell on the mistakes you will make. It will make the road that much harder.” 

         She does not walk in Death like how the rumors speak. While she bestows it, it does not waft around her, she does not kill things that meet her touch. Living creatures do tend to avoid her however, their primal instincts sensing her ominous presence. But she takes no offense -- there are still organic forms that cannot shy away from her. Flowers for instance, are unable to retreat from the entity, she can touch & admire all to her heart’s desires. Ai is also aware of the being close to her, she can feel their bright divine shining upon her. ( Her skin begins to lightly blister & she pulls at the cuffs of her sleeves to cover her reddening hands. )  Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t give any physical gesture of recognition, but she does voice a question that has been bothering her for quite a while.

              ❛ do you think. . . the flowers are afraid of me? ❜