creation has transfigured into decimation. this convoluted future : where pink dawns upon the paris horizon are naught but distant memories , brumous clouds & gray haze have taken their place. peace & love which have encompassed the civilians and the towns have dissipated into the discordant sounds of wails from those who have lost hope : who lost a hero which they held dear. [ what a shame , i remember when my alacrity was my ally and not a foe , save us. save us. ] all those feelings of doubt , of not being enough festered into a powerful concoction of bile , of a heart which inflicted slowly with more wounds she desperately tried to patch up with lies of being the heroine that paris looked to.
❝ well, well, well , this must be a joke ! ha ! ❞ she looks to her mirror image wryly , she was no stranger to the time travels to undo wrongs , but theres no stopping this future , theres no stopping deterioration when it’s begun. ❝ surprise surprise , how’s this for a bright future ?! ❞
♡ : SC. : @givenluck
