The View

What to do about the swirling vortex of droplets that turned the dazzling horizon into savagery with its roar. The aroma of pain, chaos – a mess of stingy and inharmonious scents that somehow drew me into the broken remains of Home. The palette of grey that painted the background in a bleak dégradé of colours was only lightened by an electric discharge – pity, not even a blatant manifestation of Thor’s power could save me now. The temping image haunts me and yet, saves me like a lucky shot in a Russian roulette. Curiously, seeing the ruins that used to be my mind palace made me realise that there must be beauty in destruction after all.

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