Poison & Wine

There has always been a delicate containment of chaos. Like a full glass of scarlet wine, one drop could make the cup overflow, creating a stain impossible to remove.

What if you were born the drop that could throw the world into an abyss of uncontrollable madness, would you cling to the wine bottle, constantly fighting the urge to let go?

Or would you willingly fall, let yourself become one with your rouge brethren, create a splatter of dark red blood on the history books forever?