Life, ephemeral. Grief, perpetual. How deep her knees burrow into soil. A thumb of tallow, a gasping candle, swallowed by gusts of ramming winds. From the gravel, handless arms rise, and tremble. Endless sorrow, its cries guttural. Those left after death face pain, insurmountable.
Art by FallanDark
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