And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
It seems as though I have constructed an impenetrable castle around myself, and anyone who dares to cross the threshold will undoubtedly suffer the consequences.
I earnestly aspire to establish friendships with some of you, however, I must confess that my social awkwardness impedes my ability to engage in even the most rudimentary conversations, even with myself.
She has developed a profound affection towards the devil, and the angel of death has directed his attention exclusively towards her, hence the reason for her acquisition of immortality.
Throughout the course of my life, I have borne witness to many a foolish notion. Among them, one of the most preposterous is the notion of a benevolent God, one who professes to love humanity.
In my quest for artistic inspiration, I find solace in the delicate interplay of candlelight and white roses. The captivating fragility of a dead butterfly, juxtaposed against the serene presence of Holy Mary's statue, sparks my creative vision. Even the ethereal beauty of wings becomes a reference.