Dear Diary,
Her blood is vast and indelible; darklight: eigengrau. Like a visual noise that reflects the tone of silence, loudly. My soul is the only remnant that keeps my body in line with my mind, and it's in a violent transaction. As I empower myself through her plasma, I empower her as well - with faith I see what I have not seen. A problem shared is a problem halved - but what may I ask happens when 2 wholes are halved to make a new problem? Her inherited ancestral karma runs through my veins and has made it's way to my brain-stem - I've conquered my own but had I not, I would surely be less than dead. Her lowest demons so highly nefarious, her highest angels so lowly virtuous - but where is the middleground? I can see it, I can feel it - I can taste it. She is Beautiful, Admirable, Increasing in Will. Impress the Empress, Josephine - it was all a dream, all that we see, each stitch from each seam, from one edge to the other, a double edged blade. I will not rate the reality of the Truth.
