The Crimson Veil

The Crimson Veil

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There are things in this world that remain unseen, hidden beneath the fabric of reality. Forces that whisper in the dark, waiting for the right soul to awaken. She was just an ordinary girl-at least, that's what she told herself. Trapped in a world that refused to hear her, crushed beneath expectations that weren't her own. But the fire inside her had always burned, silent and unseen, waiting for the moment it would rise. And then, on a night of quiet tears and broken dreams, she saw it. A glimpse in the mirror-eyes no longer brown but crimson, flames coiling in the darkness like a serpent awakening from its slumber. A power she couldn't name, yet one that had always been hers. The world she knew was a lie. And beyond the veil of reality, something ancient was calling her home.
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When all you've ever wanted, All you've ever fought for, Becomes the scythe to your bleeding core... The curse hiding under the tenderness of a touch, The softness of a voice... of a loving gaze, An easing warmth to your freezing heart, It ruins you, It burns your insides, And worse... you can feel it slowly killing you, Ever so sweetly... Intoxicating. Driving you to your end, Like a moth to a flame. You know it's danger, yet you still dive deeper into what's to be your grave. Afraid to answer your own mind, Scared to face your own logic, So you helplessly ask yourself, How can a heart still long for its destroyer? How can cold snow yearn for the burning heat of crimson? ♡ blood and snow : Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, She's an uncontrollable fire, red and furious, A messed up mind, Beautifully broken... guided by her blades, always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal... she was there to end him... He was there to enlighten her... Him... despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, He was a flicker of snow... dragged into her heat, Blinded by her burning light, He knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames, More and more, addicted to the sweet pain she injected through him, growing obsessed beyond limits, She was effortlessly intoxicating... and he was helplessly drugged. They are Aithne and Eineige, a flame and a snow flake... Adam's ale... an agni, A Crimson to snow.

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