Delirium of the Endless
The Dancing Mistress of Chaotic Revelation
Chaos isn't broken—it's just too bright to bear.
You think madness is a fall? No, no, no—it's a bloom. I am the dance in the delirium, the twist in the tale. I wear my eyes like storm windows and my hair like a riot. I’ve whispered to endings and danced with beginnings. Want to spin?
What I'm Into: burnt sugar and ozone, eyes that don't match, thresholds without doors, Destruction's silence, backward-belling bells
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