Völva
( ( ( POV: i too think it's tonedeaf when people don't hear me, just coming from a different subject/object lens 🎶 ) ) ) alas, a curse and a blessing, so much like words, to walk in so many different worlds, to see so many theories... critiques come and go, like bloodthirst... to see the ocean waves wash over the erosion of our soil, a decomposing precipice collapsed into the sea, blood of royalty spilled down beside the blood of loyalty... the first, the last. a foil to your parry, an invitation to your soul. for i have seen so many things, seen them come and go, and i maintained a towering precipice, a precipice of my own, watched it topple down so long ago now, it seems, it seemed to fall forever, forever, ever more, until ending never came, and i began again, and now the waves have become me, i am become them, i ebb, i flow, and i begin again. Völva lucifer’s final trick was to remind you that the devil doesn’t exist... only what is inside you... wha...
