No Good without Evil. No Love without Hate. No Innocence without Lust




I remember. I was part of her. I was some kind of queen. A conqueror. A goddess. But my ancient armies had turned to dust. I felt the anger and the despair. Except it wasn’t me. It was her. And my memories were somehow part of her too. It was like I was some ghost providing material for the being who’d arrived to take my place. She’s not gone. So… tired. It’s because I’m always struggling. The constant effort. Illyria is inside of me. And every second she’s fighting to get out.

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@темы: "Ведонверс"