Eye of the Beholder — Where Beauty Lies
8 min readAug 8, 2021
She was a raucous cacophony of life. The bitter muse of god’s demise and man’s ascension to his broken throne. She was the wilted husk of humanities hubris, desolation branded on her very soul. She was haunted by the ghosts of lives so distant they could have been anyone’s, even hers.
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