I have already grieved my loneliness, but sometimes, when nights are darker and colder than usual. When all lights are off, the shadows in my room rip my throat and make their way into my heart and mind.

In unrelated news, might start making youtube videos. Or transition, idk. We'll see

This is the face of the true Guardian of hell. Completely remorseless, for her duty is not bound to the whims of mortals

labored breathing down the hallway to my right.
Strained eyes stretched across a painful sight, the sound of water raining up from hell, falling up into the clouds. It rains, some drown but none sink, all float down the watery abyss.