(01/09.) BLIGHT THAT DEVOURS.
THE DAWN OF RUIN: BIRTHRITE. ←“Veiled in dependence, the venom is taken voluntarily—swallowed in the name of staying. Silence becomes intoxication, a slow-burning ache that numbs before it destroys.”
Love does not scream; it corrodes. / Wounds bloom without sound, carried by words that never learned how to breathe. / Tranquility fires no warning, yet strikes alongside lethal precision, heavy with truths left unspoken. To abandon feels like extinction, yet to remain stains the corridor murkier with each path. Jeon Jungkook lingers at the edge of crumple, holding a foresee thin as a shadow—still convincing enough to reach for. What remains is a melancholic presence, lingering until it hardens into legend. Romance unravels into: Boyd Hanks, Joucye Van Loovies, Herg Volkhanov, Knox Balker, and Judas Iscariot without faces, torn apart in a vessel of quiet demise, where time tortures gently, disguising cruelty as devotion. Desire survives, but it kneels before silence—the truest tyrant. And so the poison’s honored, every drop consumed, every wound remembered.
In Solemn Pall,
LETHAL OATH.
