i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

tell me what it's like to be pure

for the angel
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"Tell me what it's like to be pure."

Pure? Is purity even real at this point? Merely a figment, a dream, an idea that everyone yearns for but no one can reach.

Pure. I am not pure. I've picked my poison and I bear the scars. I sit in darkness and accept my fate in this damp and barren room. I am not pure because my wings are molting, shedding away. Soon there will be nothing left but a skeleton.

Purity stopped existing when I was chained down. She thought me Icarus, foolish and naive. She claimed I would destroy everything. You do not belong in this world of wonders, angel boy, for you are wicked, and will wreak havoc on my masterpiece.