An old muse finally came back from lj; homeless but potentially looking

[peccaret]

[ The voice comes soft, bitter, and amused all at once. And, it is not without a twinge of envy. For someone who is seemingly leading an empty and endless existence, that's quite a bit of emotion that can be read. That is, for those who know her. Otherwise, she simply comes off as stoic. ] One more. [ Wrath. ] To what end do we seek now, if there will ever be one? Will it all burn, like all those years ago? [ Does it seem like she's talking to herself? Oh, yes. ] Or will this simply continue on, a cycle never-ending?

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I do not pray, Mundane. The inevitable will play out in its fatality. It would be foolish to hope for a peaceful resolution.