[faecy]

His shying hand, suspended over the deck, plucked the cards blankly like petals from a flower.

(7,8;♥)

Her terse sigh shuffled the lingering gravestones.
(9,10;♠)

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The butterfly madame arose from the honeyed maw of the jaguar, blonde in dawning flit that silvered the eye. Blue did her wings burn, finding fugal solace akin the leopard's spotted perch; hibernation sometimes lasting months across the earth's frozen chrysalis, longsuffering the nacreous, leaf-thin span of her waking life in deciduous flight.

Elsewhence, a black butterfly danced within the oblique and eigengrau darkness of Sytry's pupil and vigil. Perhaps always there, glimpsed in life evermore ephemeral with its appearance, as green glowing moths in twilight-glancing windowsills- and vanishing even more suddenly yet.

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There were a lifestream as it was, brisk in Alacritian passage to the waiting dates and sun-faced palms of Mortyl's oasis.

There were four chambers in Sytry's heart as it were, hallowing the overturned and turning over the hollowed to meet about face; his transverse gaze and osculation extending the roots of his rusted, river-whetted lineage as thereof his tarred lungs would draw in smoke before air to feed the organs' cloudchasing-respiration forthwith his own bloodstream flowing, and surmounting the macabre, jagged bolts of thought within his sooner obsidian skull.

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What did it mean to live with ones' whole heart,
deserting all else to the fire-y brass and leprous sands of ihíyotl?

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Divine apathia, divine athambia, divine aphasia.. Sytry fathomed a lonelier, lovelier existence not,

and my cup overfloweth, 

and just perhaps enough to share,

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Syph is the cruellest month.

(A,3;♤)

special shout out to everyone who has squinted thru all the eigengrau emotes so far