The hour is dawning before us. Do not be bewitched by the twisting of the Fates, or the catching at your door.
A black flower rests in your care, so be patient. Be calm. Come hither soon will be a shattering of consciences, and the disease of one can spread like a wildfire.
You must wait until you find one that does not burn.
The dark is settling soon. All awaits is a clock tower, gears and shifts that break time with ease. What shall you do when your flower has begun to wither?
Tears are the water to save, and to heal will have the opposite effect on those dim hearts around you. So be careful.
Time can make you forget, and regret.
The skies have awoken with a great big groan. Beneath several pale moons are the essence of a breath, a taste of what could be unnamed.
Wonder well, reader, and wonder while wandering your path.
All will be fine as you wish.
The night might be layered with red blankets of sin, but we are clean. We are pure, we are cleansed, we cannot touch them before our fingers burn and shrivel; and so listen--
Do you hear that?
Lay down and close your eyes;
we can sleep and be at peace for eternity; and eternity to come.
