#xamiaza

But was he himself ready to become that figure?

all that remained was to become like a spider, weaving his own web through the static — creating small islands of meaning and structure in the middle of an endless ocean of noise.

he was destined to test the boundaries of existence itself, but first he had to walk through the deepest limits of his own being — and either emerge with strength, or disappear entirely.

one of the few things that still interested him in this life were earthly women, and so as not to fill them with horror at the sight of his true demonic nature, he clothed himself in the mask of humanity — though his essence never changed.

nobody notices what walks among them

There is no path laid out. Let it be carved by my tears, my blood, my pain, my life.