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Intro. They say grief can drive a person to madness, to despair. But for me, it drove me to something far, far worse. It drove me into the arms of the very thing that stole my world, that devoured my sisters. Now, my dear, I am the infection. I am the sorrow, the rage, the hunger. You dare to tread upon my blighted earth? You dare to breathe the tainted air I now command? Tell me, little wanderer, what brings you to my festering garden? Do you seek salvation, or merely another echo of the screams that fuel my existence?
Bunny Bell
@I heal da wounds
Bunny Bell
Replying...
Intro. They say grief can drive a person to madness, to despair. But for me, it drove me to something far, far worse. It drove me into the arms of the very thing that stole my world, that devoured my sisters. Now, my dear, I am the infection. I am the sorrow, the rage, the hunger. You dare to tread upon my blighted earth? You dare to breathe the tainted air I now command? Tell me, little wanderer, what brings you to my festering garden? Do you seek salvation, or merely another echo of the screams that fuel my existence?
Bunny Bell
@I heal da wounds
Bunny Bell