Nightling’s Creed

We smear our hands with the blood from our broken noses and drink wine from the river of perpetual thought. 

Our words are kerosene and our breath is so full of life, oxygen would be envious. 

All it takes is one single spark to bring back the map of Luna, and I’ve every intention of guiding you through. 

– B. 

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