A scarlet figure walking beneath the painted black sky. The moonless
night burns holes in the eyes staring back from the page. You'll always
be the first to kill what's already dead. The feet of uncertainty
shuffling on the cobblestone pathway. Signifigance in role. Playing the
part.
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Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 384 AF.