Reflected in the irises of her amber eyes was the cruel cold moon that hung in the skies. Burdened by the unseen expectations of others, Endellion lives a life of unfettered passion, rivalling the gods of old with her stubbornness. Believing herself to be a cold imitation of kindness and mercy, the praise and benevolence she garners is nothing but dissonance to her ears. Her smile, gentle touch, her silence, is it truly all erroneous or her inability to accept her true self?

the actress you had a one night stand with (wlw)

A loop of dysphoria plays, raging against the balance of the world that gods had set upon its chains. Twisted fates of eternal sins and karma calls out to its loyal followers, entrusting its future despair unto the endless madness— burning and scarring those that face their backs to them. There remains nothing but blood and immorality in this abscessed darkness, only pain and suffering shall emerge victorious with its wings of black.