5/29/2026, 10:03 PM
Friend,An echo.
Did Death laugh in knowingness?
She could feel his breath and smell his rot on the sunset flutter.
They knew one another well.
A memory flew to her from Death’s hand.
Upon the edge of a scaled pond, wrapped in vines of serpents. Legend had stood above Death’s ambassadors and made peace with being a riot.
And that day, it had been the whispering song of a butterflies wing chatter coaxing her on to kill Seth.
Now she had lost everything and anything which could have ever been gained.
A nothingness of an imp.
But her friend was there.
Come to see me in another lifetime?A cheshire smile, wrong and lovely. But warm.
