ViatrixPsyche
A long and perilous journey, an epic and source of story. The path well-traveled is not for you, my dear quester, and I ask that you stay off the road.
Sweet serenity, sanctity of silence, but groping in the dark, cold and alone, it's dark and there's no end to the thoughts that poison your soul, locked inside your mind with no one but yourself, because you are your worst enemy.
False, fake. Hiding behind dead smiles, practiced in the mirror for show, so wrong on the outside they can't remember what it feels like anymore to have a soul, and they wander lifelessly through a meaningless existence. Vultures who'll pillage anyone for their 15 minutes of fame and not concerned with the concept of immortality