#victory.

neil: exactly.

Within depths an uneasiness dwells, so far below until emptiness remains a pit darker than coal. That is where our shadow trails behind, they who are forgotten and taken for granted despite being our longest companion. It's where our blood forges resolve, to boil and conquer for what's mandatory to survive or for who, and of course... where a ferry death, itself resides, that will collect the toll which rings upon end. You have sold and cheated, precious parts of you to the Specters of those territories, giving them raw control of your quintessential functioning. You must shine light through the bottomless well. It's impossible for you to know rejuvenation on your own merit. The kiss death craves is life, it's their only Mistress. Together they are scales of inseparability and balance, of ever-eternity. Pirate, did you establish enough life... outside your own, that could possibly relieve these three-faces of disruption? Or when they consume, will you meet an irrecoverable unfortunate fate, into the jaws of nothingness?

the hadestown au writes itself my gays

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