“I drink deep the promise like a jagged vial of poison, toasting your echo. Swallow all the shadows, then discover the door, always waiting on the edge of the void. I find hints of myself only inside oblivion; dancing the dark spaces in-between, same as always. But this time conscious thought holds up a mirror. I replace the blood-stained shard fallen from the top right corner, and stare into my own eyes, so very awake.
The dream is finally over.”
(lilimist/{una voce} lorelei)