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You are the comfort in my strangeness.

Tears and snow had saved me. Wind and rain had kept me alive. And I became apathy.

He was in agony, he longed for death, he wanted me to kill him. Little did he know, I already did, a long time ago. Still he is oblivious to the..

Perhaps mythical creatures really do exist — only beyond our mortality, beyond our dreams. Maybe they exist as "souls" — and only when we ..

I am the Snow Queen.

Got the betrayed-warrior-turned-assassin idea from all the Warcraft Defense of the Ancients (DotA) playing I do.

Fragile insect wings flicker underneath stray silver moonbeams amidst the horror of this black twilight. My only solace is the memory of the m..

Fragile insect wings flicker underneath the moon, shrill songs resonate. 10:00 AM 07/20/2007

Haunting melodies cradled memories of dark romance. The ancient piano he played put me in a trance. Such mystery and solace when we held each o..

A reply to RC Vagilidad's "A Requiem for Maria"