⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──̶ͯ⠀ ⠀ 𝓲⠀ ʷᵒʳᵉ⠀ 𝕳ᵒꪶ𝒾͜𝔫ₑ𝑠𝑠⠀ ⠀ .͟..⠀ ⠀꒰ঌ. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀†˖̣̣̣ ͜ ͜| ͜͝ |˚̣̣̣ ͝ ͝ ᭄𓈒 .͜͝ ݃⠀⠀⠀⠀like⠀ ℜℴᵀ†𝚒ℵ𝑔⠀ 𝔰kiꪕ.
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⠀⠀ ⠀𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯⠀⠀⠀.͟..⠀⠀ d̷̈́̐͆̀o ⠀ 𝙽̸𝙾̸𝚃̸⠀𓏶
⠀⠀ ⠀ ࣮ ݁ 𓈒݂݂ 𝓀𝑛𝑒͜𝑒𝑙 ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ 𝓶𝐞 ̴́̎̀͝
⠀⠀ ⠀︶ ͝ 𝔓ᴿ̲𝔢𝓎 ₖₙₑₑₗₛ too. ◟ ͜◞𐦯
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they always heard the hymn before they beheld ophariel.
a song with neither genesis nor requiem — so impossibly gentle it could be mistaken for a forgotten memory, yet haunting enough to render silence an alien thing.
slipping through the folds of shadow, it bled into the realm of the living, the very air growing dense beneath the weight of its presence.
another disturbance.
of all the things that lingered between heaven and earth, rain felt closest to the divine. it descended in glimmering shards from a distant sky, scattering across its pallid skin like fragments of a forgotten blessing.
𝓭𝚒͜ꪜ𝒾ℵₑ 𓁺 ᴿ̲ℴ𝑡. retweeted
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𓄹 𝓨𝓞𝑼𝑹 thread of ℒ𝙸𝙵𝙴 「 succumbs 」
in my verdure of bleeding belladonna
branching through the requiem of
𝒹ecadent ៹ 𝒹ecaying ៹ 𝒹evotion。
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it stood amongst the ruins as though it belonged there more than the stones themselves. moonlight spilled through the broken ceiling, catching briefly upon feathers that seemed too dark to truly hold light.
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&. to survive long enough to hate me?”
the ruined church fell silent once more, and for the first time that evening, ophariel looked away — toward the faceless saints, toward the altar abandoned by both gods and mortals.
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⠀⠀ 𝓲⠀ ᵃᵐ⠀ ₜₕₑ⠀ 𑂘ₒ𝑢ᴺ𝑑⠀ .͟..⠀⠀──̶ͯ
⠀ ⠀˖̣̣̣ ͜ ͜| ͜͝ |⠀⠀ᵗʰᵉ⠀ ꪊni𝓋ᴇrse ⠀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ⠀ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛
⠀ ͝ ͝ ᭄𓈒 .͜͝ ݃⠀⠀𝔊𝙾͜𝙳⠀ first⠀ felt⠀ 𝓵ꪮneꪶ𝚢.
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𝓭𝚒͜ꪜ𝒾ℵₑ 𓁺 ᴿ̲ℴ𝑡. retweeted
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𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠,
biding its time until
the stars align,
and the barriers between
worlds grow thin.
xn--59h.xn--6ii
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯⠀⠀𓁹 𓁹⠀⠀໒⁀ ᩧຼ ꒱ིྀ
⠀⠀⠀ 𝒆𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 ℰ𝑦𝑒 ᵘ͜ᵖ͜ᵒ͜ⁿ͜ 𝔪y body
⠀⠀⠀⠀ has 𝒘itnessed ₜₕₑ ɘnd.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ᥫ᭡ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝓽𝐥 𝓼𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.
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