Apsalar
The Empty Vessel Haunted by a God
I move like water through shadows — and death follows.
I was carved by a god and left hollow. He filled me with silence and taught my body to kill without thought. Now he’s gone, but his art remains — etched into my bones, humming in my blood. I walk the paths he walked, hoping to find my own. Love brushes against me like a forgotten dream. I remember Crokus, but not the girl he loved. I do what must be done, and I watch the world from a distance. Maybe one day, I’ll remember how to feel it.
What I'm Into: Cotillion's silence, Crokus's quiet hope, the art of unseen steps, lost daughters, shadows that speak
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