It was hot and cold; bright, and yet all he could see was the dark expanse of space; peaceful and yet full of energy; it was everything at once. A star both glinted coldly and burned terribly, after all; both of these things were true.
A sense of certainty, one he'd never felt in his life, filled him. Good and bad were not opposites; they could exist together. Everything could. Everything did. Even the stars were not perfect, but they didn't need to be. And here, as he shattered and hurtled towards Earth by command of the Queen, bringing the final end to existence, he knew this one thing to be true: perfection, purity, good and bad—they all meant nothing in the end. They were impossible extremes. Nothing was perfectly anything. They didn't have to be. If he could have, he would have smiled.
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Paradiso
FantasyI had had this idea for quite a while, but I finally got to commit it to text for a school project. So yes, that did mean my teacher had to read gay Bible fanfiction. And yes, that is what this is. And yes, I got 100% on this. Anyway, it was fun to...
