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P R O F I L E
A C H L Y S L I
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ACHLYS LĪ TASTES like cheap dreams and contradictions, spilled whisky and drunk promises. She is pyrrhic — a victory worth such a cost it wasn't worthwhile for the winner. She has bruises in her consciousness, and she sometimes doubts whether it's really her enemy and not her own hands that struck a blade through her rib cage and left a bleeding scratch. She grew comfortable with the darkness that consumes her, the one that pulls from her hair and presses her face into the pillow to teach her to appreciate what she has — the power, the abilities, the love. She is friends with the darker ways, the bottom of the pool, laying motionless for hours on end, waiting for something to come back.
This is where Achlys Lī, a sinner without a sin, becomes the first to find redemption sweet, with the thirteen men she will never lose.
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Or in which life is a mask which we grow to fit, and ACHLYS would be no one if not for the devotees in her temple and the prayers of a silken night.
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SIDE A: i. Windsor — Pereza ii. Swing Lynn — Harmless iii. Home — BTS iv. Ghosting — TXT v. Book of Revelation — The Drums
:SIDE B Ai Wo Tsutaetaidatoka — aimyon .i Blossom — Milky Chance .ii Sex, Drugs, Etc. — Beach Weather .iii Good Looking — Suki Waterhouse .iv Coy — Mr Floyd Larry .v
