Offerings were left on cold stone and never touched. Knees bruised on marble floors for prayers that dissolved into air. The ritual was perfect. The devotion was complete. And the room stayed empty.  ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎
DEATH OF ME.

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Now the candles are out. The doors are shut. The altar is bare. What remains is not grief, not rage. It’s silence. Holy. Heavy. And finally free.

              Crimson-marked ﹫EVAN.    1th ；
           Mini Album'Sthroughthe Death Of Me.
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Incense burned down to nothing. Hymns turned to dust in the throat. The god in the corner never blinked. Against Darkness ƚo burnished whining EVER-ahead.

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎| Signed, Forreiln Hollow. |