What gods are we to fall so low? We are born on a collision path, to spiral towards the centre, mighty titans in the universe ever constricting in our orbits until we should burn to a supernova. 

I fear Thor has blinded himself in the vertigo. He is drunk on the sheer force pulling him to his inevitable destruction. That once calm, once jovial brother is no more. I think that life of him died somewhere, gnawed away by the insanity that grips him. 

He is but dust of the gleaming statue that held hope for Asgard. He is but the deadly radiation of star he once was.

 ’☠’ I get I will give you a medical fact about my muse.

Medical entry #1

His eyes are sensitive, not like normal eyes are sensitive, a lot worse. He is forced to wear sunglasses in daytime because the sunlight hurts his eyes.