# 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 　 　 ,  　 an  independent  and  highly  selective  blog  for  an  original   &.   entirely  headcanon  based  portrayal  of    𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈   ,   𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ,   as narrated by  𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 and through the never - ending inspiration of 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 - 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳  .  　 tenderly loved  by   𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡  , a portrait of nature's wildest hues that has begun twelve  years ago  ,   she / her  ,   +27 .

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✿       ⸻      𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈 　, 　𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅  :  　　　 　　 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 = 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 / 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 , the romantic decadence of beauty , 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃   𝐯𝐬   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ,  an exploration of wild and magical nature in all its beauty and cruelty ,    the tale of a monstrous woman ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄' 𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 and the subsequent loss of it ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍   and the perpetual hunger for love in a love - less  world .

‧₊˚ ❀ ༉‧₊˚. 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𓏧

the fox dreamt a little dream ( ... ) of scales and all - devouring flames, of wings large enough to obscure the stars - lit skies, of a warmth that could reach even the coldest parts of her lonely heart. it was within the embrace of a dragon, that she found what she was missing, what she had been yearning for⸻ a reason to be more than a fleeting whisper amidst the leaves, more than a old wives' tales for unruly children and disloyal husbands. within his embrace, she found a reason to learn what it meant to love. her devotion burnt, kindled by the embers of a rough and raw passion that was all fangs and too - sharp teeth. be mine, she pleaded to the dragon, be mine forevermore, @heartofchivalry .

‧₊˚ ❀ ༉‧₊˚. 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𓏧 　 　

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　 thank you for writing with me and miss ahri, thank you for giving my blog a chance, and for making my creative experience on this blue site such a beautiful and truly unforgettable one. forever, my vulpine nymph and i are indebted to you, and to the love and kindness that we have received. 　 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .　　 ( ♡ )

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　 𓏧 　 　 　 @boldlogic ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ) .

" i'm quite alright, just. . . give me a moment. "

　𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 ? a curious heart thus sings, its visceral melody a bewitching harmony of one thousand appetites. few are the occurrences capable of interrupting the tedium of an elongated existence, for what could ever surprise a creature whose ( chimerical ) existential fabric was woven out of moss- green and camellia - petaled eternity ? and yet, here she now stands crouched on bare knees, plush ears perked up high above the crown of her head and golden eyes wide with the yet unspoken zeal of hundreds of questions ; his scent is odd, the sea of his soul is unfamiliar, and she yearns for nothing more than to unearth all the secrets buried in the soil of his heart.

her smile is a devil's smile. saccharine, its luscious plushness punctuated by the fleeting glimpse of ivory fangs ; it is not the expected threat of bite that blooms silently, but something sweeter and gentler ( ... ) an inquisitive prodding, made as polite as she is capable of. preceding her playful response, bubbles forth a brief song of sweet, sweet titters. ❝ take all the time you need, there is no rush. ❞ the woodland is seldom kind to outsiders, and judging from the fresh mud speckled across the odd fabric of his equally odd garments, she can only assume that his journey so far has been an arduous and uncomfortable one. behind her petite physique, nine white tails languidly sway to - & - fro. ❝ what happened to you ? ❞

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　 𓏧 　 　 　 @vascend ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ) .

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

　　 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 ? only the light of a tremulous torch, nailed to the moss - eaten wall of the desolate tavern, now illuminates what little remains of a foolish man cursed by appetites much too demanding for his position in the food chain. a greedy hand and an even greedier approach: he, an ugly little vermin who dreamt of taming and then claiming the wild daughter of nature. all his delusions, embroidered by the careless ambitions of drunken whims, thus laid alongside unrecognizable broken bones and half - chewed entrails across the blood - soaked soil. would the gods above weep over the loss of such an insignificant life ? would someone quietly celebrate, once his corpse was eventually discovered after the rising of the sun ?

a calm voice suddenly breaks the eerie quietude of the night, exorcising the melancholy that would always fester venomous after an act of such hideous violence. the woman - fox meets unnaturally beautiful eyes and easily, does her still blood - stained maw curl into a smile: mischievous and bedeviled, as sweet as wild honey. the sensation of slick crimson droplets marring skin and fabric is not at all unpleasant, but she secretly mourns the unfortunate fate of her favorite corset ; tarnished beyond repair, all the hand - sewn flowers barely visible beneath the stain of amorous death. ❝ truth to be told, i had sworn to myself that i would behave tonight ... but it seems that the gods had other plans for me. ❞ a deceitfully innocent expression blossoms across beauteous features, accentuating petals - shaped freckles and too - sharp teeth hidden behind the plushness of cherry - red lips. ❝ what brought you here ? ❞

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　 𓏧 　 　 　 @absolutione ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ) .

" it isn't mine. "

　𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 ( … ) the plausibility of violence, the reality of ache. there is an ephemeral moment, no longer than a few seconds, where she almost forgets that she is meant to act: dark lashes flutter above the unnatural pallor of freckled cheeks, but her vision is both blurred and much too focused at the same time. her tremulous gaze trails many paths at once, from one crimson stain to the other, as if connecting each dot into the grotesque shape of a familiar albeit ensanguined constellation ; in their bloodied midst, she searches for the source of it all. a larger smear, any indication that an open wound is still copiously bleeding beneath the brittle cover of his shirt ...

but then he speaks, and the idol is suddenly dragged out of the dark depths where she had been helplessly drowning. her gaze finds its own, eyes of molten gold shadowed by the lingering remnants of doubt and concern ; for someone so little accustomed to violence, it is arduous to accept the existence of such a treacherous, cruel world. her hand reaches out, swift and demanding, hasted by the surging of a thousand feelings at once: the singer takes hold of his hand, giving him the gentlest tug. ❝ what happened to you ? are you⸻ are you really certain that you don't need to see a doctor ? ❞ and then, as if it was naught but an after - thought. ❝ oh, please come in ! do you need anything ? some water ? ❞

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　 𓏧 　 　 　 @divinehr ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ) .

" let's get you cleaned up. "

　　 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( … ) not in front of marble - hewn altars or artificial idols, but in the arms of another. it is unconscious yearning that guides her steps, far from the remnants of monstrous violence: somewhere, laying cold and half - forgotten, is a corpse mutilated beyond recognition⸻ by tooth and claw and flame, by a vicious hunger that still demands to be satiated. and yet, no feast had indulged the caprices of her appetites, no sacrilegious pleasure had soothed the great thunders roaring where the shadows gathered within her soul ... she had killed in the name of bittersweet acrimony, and now the weight of her sins pressed heavy 'pon lithe shoulders stained by red ( a lover had cried, their heart broke at the incomprehensible violence that had reduced their beloved into a grotesque mass of burnt flesh and broken bones ) .

there is no judgment 'pon gentle features, no contempt at the sight of blemished skin and jagged claws ... there, in depth of all - seeing eyes, ahri is almost certain of having caught the glimpse of something gentle and nurturing, an exculpation that now lifts her soul from the depths in which it had momentarily sunk. brows furrow above the bridge of her nose, an unspoken apology etched in their creases ; there is the frail echo of deftly sewn confessions 'pon the bed of her tongue, limber justifications for the theft of a life that did not belong to her. she is welcomed inside, where the world feels warmer and safer ( ... ) where she is no longer an anomaly, but an easily comprehensible phenomenon. ❝ i'm sorry⸻ i did not know where else to go. ❞ because for once, the woman - fox had feared her loneliness much more than the odious condescension of a loved one.

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　 𓏧 　 　 　 @noctalaethra ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ) .

" it isn't mine. "

　 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐃 - 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ? 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓, 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ? 𝐎𝐑, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 ? the sight of slick red, splattered across skin and fabric, is almost blinding ( ... ) an odd sound reverberates within her mind, a cacophonous disturbance that vaguely reminds her of white noise and whose overwhelming intensity quietens the rest of the world. raw and tremendous is the concern that blooms within her, embroidered by the sort of visceral terror that would leave her without breath when she was naught but a child ; the once puerile fear of seeing her favorite tulip wither has ultimately metamorphosed into a bone - deep despair at the prospect that crystal may, one day, never return to her.

a quiet reassurance comes, sharpened at the furthest edges by the stubbornly lingering remnants of violence. wide - eyed and rose - flushed, the woman - beast finds it an almost impossible endeavor to conceal her anxiety beneath a façade of indifference ; a tremulous breath escapes from parted tiers, and with almost palpable relief her slender shoulders slowly slump downwards. in the undeniable certainty of cystal's safety, ahri remembers how to breathe once more. ❝ you scared me ... ❞ a murmur that is barely audible, a poignant admission of sentimental frailty⸻ still, her abhorrent heart thunders belligerent and feral against bars of ivory bones. a slow step forward is finally taken, prelude to the comfortable twining of fingers together. hers, petals - soft and warm ; crystal's, blood - stained and wet. ❝ what happened ? ❞

ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖° 　 　 　𓏧 　 　　 @anmehil ✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 .

imagine ahri and elle having a quiet moment, laying in the grass on their sides face to face. elle half asleep bc the sun feels good for once, on spots where fire hasn't married his skin. a lazy picnic, and when ahri caresses his face, an eye barely opens and he manages to smile some, curling inward to feel her skin, every breath he takes in all of her. y'know .. just soft things.

　 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑 - 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 - 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄. the warmth of the sun has thawed the perennial ice within the caverns of her carnivorous heart, and the familiar harmony of the wilds has soothed the all - devouring flame of her gluttonous appetites until naught but stubbornly lambent embers remained ; her fragmented soul is no longer a treacherous sea aggravated by thunderous tempests, for now barely the softest of ripples disturbs its tranquil surface. he healed something within her, a malady that she had never known to have. beneath the loving tenderness of war - weathered fingers, something had indeed bloomed ( ... ) still embellished by thorns, but pure and pristine, unmarred by the poison of sin and vice.

her caress rouses him, steals him away from the outstretched limbs of slumber's sweet promise and ahri eagerly seizes this chance to once more diminish all distance between them. she has become swift, tremendously apt, when it comes to burrowing herself in the comfort of his embrace ; as if made of wet clay, she re - molds herself over and over again, until she can fit against him and his presence can fill all the empty spaces in the fabric of her chimerical soul. above him, an alabastrine tail rests. to blanket him in velutinous softness, to claim him with the shameless hunger of a beast starved. a chaste kiss is pressed against his chin, and then one more is placed against the side of his smiling mouth ; a thousand times, a thousand kisses, but her heart still flutters blithe and enamored as if it was their first step towards intimacy. somewhere, where flowers bloom amidst blood, a content purr has begun to resound.

for once, she begs the sun to never set. for once, she apologizes to the beloved moon for her selfish antagonism. if she only could, she would carve this moment into eternity with her own claws ( ... ) so that the memory of his smile may never fade, and the ache of days passed remain as nothing more than a half - smudged specter at the edge of their visions.