the priestess
沈黙の爪
CALLIDE22
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3:00.
Dragons around the valley let people ride its back and let them soar through the majestic sky, a generous lord truly. It could carry thousands of people at once, except your mom.
3:03.
Frighteningly obsessed with vanity, the flash of gold and silver on olive skin. And I sin gleefully.
3:33.
Hatred festers beneath rotten flesh, and black feathers cloak the lonely rowan tree. Death has a pungent fragrance, and the crooked nose scrunches in guilt. "Absolve me of my sin, o'you, the blasphemous!"
To you, my dear James, I show my devotion.
To me, Callide, I leave my prayers.
To you, Jane, I offer my loyalty.
And with you, Escar, I share my image.