Sitting in front of the keyboard wrapped in spider-webs. Tangled and unmanageable, almost pulled backward by a stubbornly unseen force. Sounds and epiphanies screaming and yearning to burst forth and be born into a world that will loathe and fear them. An intricate and geometric structure that appeals to the eye of the subconscious. The gushing of waterfalls and brain-piercing explosions of vengeance and delight. A pause for refreshment, imbibing on things both cherished and forbidden. A satisfactory exhale as the potion takes form, bubbling with spark and power.
"Raise your glasses, raise them high!" "Without life, I'll surely die!"
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