The Art Of Chaos
"In epochs past, a tale, aged as the soil's embrace,
Two lovers estranged, ensnared by discord's grace.
Oaths and enmities, in ancestral currents unfurl,
Elena, harbinger of vendetta, seeks to swirl.
The Heir of Khaos, entwined in fate's cruel dance,
To rule or crumble 'neath cosmic expanse.
As shadows trace a diagonal, darkness descends,
From the tapestry of night, where her essence transcends.
In the symphony of chaos, she finds her refrain,
Dissolving within, where discord holds its reign.
The power of Khaos, a tempest undefeated,
In poetic realms, where cosmic secrets are seated."
In the melancholy embrace of endless nothingness, where numbness veils the spectrum of emotions, I've witnessed the profound toll it exacts. A realm where feeling everything renders us incapable of feeling anything-a desolate state etched in the corridors of my memory, one I fervently hope never to revisit.
-"In this alternate reality, they thrive-alive, healthy, bathed in laughter that echoes like the notes of forgotten joy. A world crafted from happiness and a delicate equilibrium between good and evil, a celestial haven by all accounts. Yet, paradoxically, a passionate disdain ignites within me. Why this vehement aversion to a utopia they seemingly deserve?"-
Nurielfa_atiny · SF
