Not confining my magic to the realms it was made for – the creator had a plan, I can’t say I adored, and so with boundless ego I’ve smashed open the doors to the opportunity to learn lessons only failure can teach, the ability to experience what it means to feel weak, and I embrace whole heartedly the bottomless pit, my ambition is covering with gold lining the whole of it, and at the bottom I’ll rest comfortably numb in the full fledged nothing my magic has become, because if there’s nothing else I have learned, it’s that if you’re gonna start a fire, you might as well let it burn.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.

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