Still, such noise could not even make the despairing youths flinch. They were too content with their ideas of delusion, the fantasy their brain had forced them into, that they were hardly paying attention to the grim reality before them, all spare for Eros, who merely watched the scene with a ringing brain, his ears on the verge of shattering from the inconceivably grand fall. Yet the boy would receive no time to recuperate, for within but moments, a new sound, more dissonant than the last, would begin its own makeshift ballad, performing its chorus with the grand bemoan of a grating door, one that appeared to desire little more than its own breaking body. The hinges that it rested upon appeared to shatter, incapable of supporting the titanic weight that rested above, bending almost to the point of utter dismay before the monolith's motions came to an abrupt halt, its split body having opened little more than one-tenth the possible distance.
Eros: The Forgotten God
Fantasy · Fyniccus
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