"there in the throne room of humanity, miles in the haz'd sky. open slits
of momentous proportion you call windows, surrounded by nothing
except clouds and rain and fog:
two people hold eachother
one alive, and one dying.
it doesnt matter which is which.
which is the male, or which is the female, should they even be different genders.
eternally alive, in despair, eternally dying, though
being better for it for each passing minute.
their desperation and dejection fueling what can only be
the heart of the tower.
and they're always holding eachother.
always locked in the other's gaze.
in complete mist.
i've always wondered if they can even see eachother."
- Vahouzn
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