Hallo thur, peoples...
I am bored, and because I have nothing better to do, I will give you a starter...
And with such softness, Lithium lingered, in the shadows, her world taken in by the beauty of this new and mysterious place. There was velvet red, that was all, aside from the shining white of the magic woman's skin. It was both beautiful and cruel. through her skin the hoops of metal shined, the entrance wounds bleeding furiously, dripping off of porcelain skin and blending into the red of the room. from the hoops, the fabric that lined the walls was laced, every twitch and convulsion that came from the magic woman pushing waves through the place. The magic woman shook, gasped, her beautiful face turning sour with agony. Songbird and far-off thunder, her scream sounded, not of this world, barely human in it's own. The scream was drawn out, the breathtaking, emptiness of the death hall letting it echo like rhythm. And the silence. Silence like Lithium had never heard, broken silence, deathly silence. This was the kind of silence that could cut through you, the kind that makes you bleed and fall out of existence. Simply fall away.
To the floor, the magic woman fell, her soul gone forever, never would that body levitate with that perfect grace, and as the gentle thump of limp feet rang out, Lithium felt, another, new sound coming from the transfer hall. They were footsteps, breaking through her darkly quiet, echoing, ringing.
I am bored, and because I have nothing better to do, I will give you a starter...
And with such softness, Lithium lingered, in the shadows, her world taken in by the beauty of this new and mysterious place. There was velvet red, that was all, aside from the shining white of the magic woman's skin. It was both beautiful and cruel. through her skin the hoops of metal shined, the entrance wounds bleeding furiously, dripping off of porcelain skin and blending into the red of the room. from the hoops, the fabric that lined the walls was laced, every twitch and convulsion that came from the magic woman pushing waves through the place. The magic woman shook, gasped, her beautiful face turning sour with agony. Songbird and far-off thunder, her scream sounded, not of this world, barely human in it's own. The scream was drawn out, the breathtaking, emptiness of the death hall letting it echo like rhythm. And the silence. Silence like Lithium had never heard, broken silence, deathly silence. This was the kind of silence that could cut through you, the kind that makes you bleed and fall out of existence. Simply fall away.
To the floor, the magic woman fell, her soul gone forever, never would that body levitate with that perfect grace, and as the gentle thump of limp feet rang out, Lithium felt, another, new sound coming from the transfer hall. They were footsteps, breaking through her darkly quiet, echoing, ringing.
