When I was a child, I believed that those stars were knights in silver armor protecting the universe against darkness.

My thoughts became demons and made my mind evil.

She was here and the world, for so long ugly and deformed, was all at once itself again. She was taking a glass of sweet wine from one of the waiters. She was smiling. She was breathing. She was here. She was an island of such colossal importance within a sea of inconsequence that it seemed impossible the Ball was able to continue its empty existence.

Death drives desire.

Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

Fate isn't set in stone. Free will can change everything