Empty.Hollow.
No teeth. No breath. No lungs.Only eyes.
Eyes that bleed.Eyes that scream.Eyes that weep in colors no god ever named.
So many gone.Popped.Pierced.Poisoned.
The Blossom bloomed.Radiant. Terrible.The room glowed. The walls burned. The flesh melted.
A gift. A prayer. A final bloom.
"Perfect.""Wasteful."
Light poured from its center like judgment.They should have dissolved.They should have been ash.
"You overreached.""You dared."
It cannot move.Can it?
No. The limbs twitch. The joints crack.The body slumps in a cradle of decay.The glow fades. Dim. Duller. Barely breathing.
It sees. It always sees.But seeing is not surviving.
There.
The black-red one.A shriek of claws.A beast draped in girlflesh.
Unknowable.
Her shape is wrong. Her rhythm is broken.No logic. No flow. Only slaughter.
She was blind.Now she is death.
"She sees the way we do.""She forgets what we know"But she ignores our words.
