my delicate flesh is tethered by threads of enchantment, intricately laced with a saccharine allure—a sweetness that lingers, bittersweet, in the labyrinthine interplay of splendiferous anguish and the malevolent intent that festers within mortal hearts. beneath the boundless, inky canopy of the heavens, amidst the radiant glow of Andromeda and the silken trails of the Milky Way, celestial beings fix their gaze upon me, their pity an iridescent benediction graced upon my forsaken soul. yet, the stars have never wielded barbed tongues nor planted the seeds of my despair. instead, they envelop me in their luminescent embrace, a tapestry of ethereal solace that cradles my weary spirit, offering an eternal reprieve—a sanctuary where the murmurs of the witching hour weave lullabies to soothe the tempest of my fractured essence. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ‣ form your own faith. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ