Throughout the war, there had been extremist bloodshed, the war for the century where thousands perished, and the world in tyranny where the world began to... well... crumble and nothing could help it. nothing will end it, no more peace, peace is dead
so? Who are you to tell me about it?
This is a scale in which I am calling out to the highest authorities, and cause what could be the collapse of the universe and the end of everything, the sciency collision where air meets monoxide and love with wars and death.
paranormal lights and subtle attacks, global statistics that shatter your perception of the world you used to follow, the people you used to know, and the people you thought you could trust but never could, a world in which you were the protagonist.
They were the villain, where a choir of lights and a choir of a sarenade so bright that in the world where you spoke of destruction, they spoke of love, a place of deception and a place of deceit...The skies turned black as I looked into your eyes. I saw nothing but despair.
The air turned to poison as I turned away, I didn't even know you anymore
cryin in the bedroom after dark when you cry out to someones heart and break into satellites.
breaking into what you thought were love and were heartbreak summers.
oh the pain, it breaks me to say that this had closed the doors of my world. Aliciandra spoke alone, choked angelic sobs, tears made from fiery molten ice spilling out and burning through the floor out of despair, and her love spilling into smoke and movements into a calm desperation.
Rythennia was on the other end of this war; she was safe, nothing was happening at all, safe and sound, danger-free and voilence free since they weren't engaging with it. There's no way I can do this when I had to choose a side, it was terribly dark, and no amount of care would break the ice.
relationships had coldly broken off, breakups immortalised in a world of writing, a desk where your nerves lay bare, a pale comparison in where it became colder than the world you entered, you could hear everything getting even more dangerous, reincarnation you can't understand, survival and harem through broken skies and broken lights.
What were you thinking? You could have done so much better, but no, you just had to go and burn it all down, did you not, overthrow the harem and plunge us all into galactic wars of shattered trust and cold and hot wars everywhere you turned, ice blast here and an ice ball there.
A terrible symphonic catastrophic deceit of a disaster that had been let on for far too long, a story, a dimension, a realm, and multiple planets in a centillion planet world, a place where there was a whole place to discover where you forgot where you first stood when everything turned white and black, black and blue, red and shattered glass, tempered like your knife that you twisted into a core of a apple and your consistent oceans, your tides, your consistency like the persistence and resistence of air tightened pressure.
a tightened world in which you cant deal with since you were fighting like a demon shooting your powers and turning multiple into stone and breaking them until they shattered, all you wanted to be was a warrior then you would fight, fight until your blood ran ice cold and perished in battle all because of your ambition in where you were looking for a excuse and spotted your cold ex partner.
that would fight you until you didn't care and didn't care that you could fail. a literary decision, a world of fighting for relevance until you'd never be seen again.Shee knows all that you wanted to be and all that you had to BE, and you wanted to suceed
until your soul DIED IN BATTLE FOR YOU WORDS AND YOUR WORLD, FOR YOUR STONE COLD ANTHEMS AND YOUR UNIVERSE WHERE YOU CANT EVEN FIGHT UNTIL YOUR DIED SOUL CAME BACK TO LIFE AND YOU THRIVED, UNTIL YOURISED AND FORGET TO REST AND FORGET TO SLEEP