𝓙ohanna 𝑴ason. ╱ parody.
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@axedpsycho
It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away
I stitched my nightmares into prophecy, wove warnings into every breath. but they do not listen until the fire is at their feet, until the sky splits open.
I stitched my nightmares into prophecy, wove warnings into every breath. but they do not listen until the fire is at their feet, until the sky splits open.
I have spent my nights unraveling omens, searching for cracks in the prophecy’s spine. surely the ink is still wet, the ending still unwritten —surely, I can be more than just a cautionary. tale.
i am the wound and the dagger. i am the members and the wheel， victim and executioner.
