My Lovely Venus,
I will share with you a poem that reminded me of Saturn, your degenerate admirer from the other side of the meteor belt.
" When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;
you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.
...People fancy they are enjoying themselves,
but they are really tearing out their wings
for the sake of an illusion. "
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | ateez
Fanfictionone glance upon the reaper's painting and he declared himself god ateez thriller/horror story
