Ocean.
Crimson.
...
It felt like the land she was in had became Atlantis itself. Marrow were like the reefs underneath the "sea floor", torn and skinned faces etched like fishes rising above the "dead" waters. Their expression strewn and stretched to assume the emotion of fear, screaming loudly like there's no tomorrow for their doom, only to be recorded as a relic of what they are before their demise. A voiceless plea for salvation met only with malevolence and malice. Awoken were their peep-less eyes, where nothing that they saw could ever be witness by anyone.
Too horrific.
Words that could only describe such a mindscape. Their "liquids" spread more and more into the white snow, tainting it more as it hardened and solidified. Crystals from their red essence forming the new ocean of death wherein the storm upon all that it originated from was the perpetrator, brought by the elicit stimulus from a societal unit that holds little to no value when read in the description of someone insane.
What a breath of bliss...
Like a garden for no children to ever play with - their parents handing flowers of roses. Splintering veils of doubt long gone as swirls of dead corpses regurgitated from bestialities of unknown origins - phantoms only who conquered the cold sun as it breached the creation of a new dawn - leaving nothing but the desolate incarnate of the one who knew nothing but resentment and hate. Unknown to life nor to death, unbound by the shackles of right or wrong.
Love.
For that is the language of all that exists. Her hand now paved permanently in this stain as the curse etched into her now expires into the void forming and swelling deep. For what can love do but hurt? To see the ones you love die right in front of eyes unaware of their actions dictating their imminent fate. For what can love do but heal? To have everything you cherished now live on in your dreams; the paradise now built only for them, though remains unreachable to one who cannot align with End's opera. For what can love do but connect? To the extent that holding hand-in-hand creates the fire that never extinguished, those with the embers of hope holding on to create a bonfire of dreams.
Life.
Meaningfully giving bridge to them. Twisted yet full of desires. "Imagine that world oh-so beautiful" - trees only for birds to nestle in and lay their eggs as the young emerged healthy and curious. Wonder into the world that they are now just in the process of becoming a part of, only shackled by their frailness and naivete, still green to the reality colored in rainbows and sunshine. Covered by the wings of their father during the winter and led to experience the breezing wind by their mother.
Happy and joyous, yet.... still not free.
Meadows covered in flowers they went, yet... unable to reach.
But, into the skies they soar higher and higher, until the very air dissipates and leaves only black.
Such was with her.
In sickness, you were there.
In health, you remained.
Now, as I stare into your dead glare.
I said, "I love you", now abstained.
To become one. Oh how delicious have you become. To the far ends of the cosmos it became. The sun and moon danced like Mother and Father. Your liver in hand as I hold you, dear Brother. For though the storms are over and past. Though the thunder's rage is quieted at last. Now as the Black Plague plays it's final piece. I hope you see my smile even in that "nothing" you three call a "place. My legs are now weary and wet. But, my hard work you shan't fret. You all have become a part of me. To thank all of you, I am grateful...
...that you've set me free.
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[EMERGENCY BROADCAST IN PROGRESS]
THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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This message is being broadcasted by NASA's Planetary Defense Coordination Office (PDCO).
At 11:40 AM (Eastern Standard Time), two Unidentified Objects have appeared on the geographic center of the United States. These objects appears similar to a "crack" and have descriptions depicting a snowy area with an ocean of what seems to be human blood, while the other remains unknown.
As of 1:20 AM (Eastern Standard Time), our Moon has began to glow a bright red color and small tremors are being reported all over the world.
This broadcast will now relay instructions that will keep you and your loved ones safe.
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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THIS IS NOT A TEST
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Do not go outside.
Lock all doors and windows.
Lock yourself in a room with no windows.
Cover your ears.
Keep your eyes shut.
Make yourself as small as possible by going into the "Fetal Position".
Do not open the door for anyone.
If you have pets outside, leave them.
look at the moon
Look at the moon
LOOK AT THE MOON
LOOK AT THE MOON
L̸̤̔O̶̩̽Ö̸̥K̸̘̄ ̵͍͊Â̷͎T̷̘̋ ̵͇̔T̵̛̗H̶̡̕E̷̱͗ ̷̫̄M̴̞̀Ơ̵̺O̵̊͜N̷̘̒
Don't Look at the Night Sky.
T̷͕͒H̷̱̎Ê̵͜Y̵͒ͅ ̷̗͆Ȁ̷͙R̷̜̐Ê̵̯ ̷̰̋Ẅ̶͜A̶̍͜I̸͎̋T̷̨͂I̵̤̊N̸̥̑G̸͖͝ ̶̛̝O̷͓̕Ǘ̶̲T̵̳͌S̵͈̓I̴͑ͅḎ̵͑E̷̡͝
Ẃ̶̡A̸͍̔L̸͎͗K̸͍̍ ̸̪̆I̴̲̕N̴̝͆T̷̈́͜O̷͇͆ ̵̢̎T̸̫̔H̶͈̔Ĕ̶̩ ̵͇͘L̴̮͝I̴̥͌Ḡ̵̜H̸̖̎T̴̢̚ ̵̹͝W̴̢͐Í̶͇T̵̟͛H̸̻͐
U̸̳̲̔͌̄̏͊̔̂͜S̸̱̖̓
Ignore all outside noises.
Do not look into mirrors.
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"Blood.... I smell blood...."
Through that distance, the girl heard THEM. By that end, only those the screams that she was familiar with was heard. Though they seem music, that disruptive noise keeps her annoyed and unable to attuned with what she wants to hear only by her own ears.
"Cold...."
The steps that she took caused the ocean of red to wave around, only adorning the bare flesh that she presented. Pure and unclothed, she steps out of her domain with that same glee. Upon this new world she now leaves, the remnants of those she held "dear to her" now formed into a fist that challenged the laws of this world - its foundation now in sheer cold, the "cracks" now brought upon the puddles of blood as it leaks into the chaotic world.
"But now... it's warm... warmer than ever..."
Only the path paved with nothing but continues into next. Now with a competition, no less. This spree can only make someone...
...happy <3.