It's Complicated

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In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A seeker wanders, lost in thought's dark way.
Their heart aflame with questions, deep and wide,
They yearn to grasp the unknown, to pierce the veil inside.

A presence stirs, a whispered promise made,
Of secrets kept, of mysteries yet unsealed and frayed.
The seeker strains to hear the whispered tone,
A siren's call, a summons to the unknown throne.

Beyond the gods, beyond the heavens' gate,
Lies a realm of awe, a truth that's yet to be stated.
The seeker trembles, yet is drawn anew,
To the abyssal void, the void that's dark and true.

They seek the answers, to questions unspoken,
A truth that's hidden, yet to be awoken.
Their heart beats fast, their soul on fire,
As they pursue the unknown, with heart's desire.

The wind whispers secrets, of a realm untold,
A domain of wonder, where the brave are bold.
The seeker listens, entranced, as the winds reveal,
A mystery that's hidden, yet to be concealed.

A presence watches, unseen, unheard,
A presence that's waiting, yet unprepared.
The seeker senses this, and yet draws near,
Compelled by curiosity, and a burning fear.

The unknown beckons, a siren's deadly song,
A melody that promises the seeker, they'll be strong.
Their mortal form, a fragile, fleeting thing,
Will be transformed, and in the void, their soul will sing.

And still, the seeker walks the razor's edge,
Between the light and darkness, the known and the pledge.
A step forward, and the truth will be revealed,
A step back, and the mystery remains, forever concealed.

The seeker pauses, hesitant, yet unaware,
That the truth they seek, is their own demise that's waiting there.
The wind howls louder, the shadows dance and play,
As the seeker stands, at the threshold of the unknown way.

A final step, a final breath, a final glance,
Into the void, where the truth will take its stance.
The seeker smiles, with anticipation's thrill,
As they step forward, into the unknown's chill.

And in that moment, they will understand,
The horror that's been waiting, the terror that's at hand.
But for now, they walk, with steps so bold,
Into the abyss, where their fate will be told.

The queen in Red is so much more than just a false god.

She spoke in third person not because she saw herself as something more but because not even she can't grasp her own mind,she knows everything there is to know,what to not know,and everything in between.

Her appearance is the literal embodiment of something to fear in angels,she has no skin,her blood is gold and bright blue ichor,her eyes melt off her face like they can't stay in the sockets,her mouth constantly being ripped open everytime she speaks because the flesh grows over itself,her teeth black but not rotting,her ribs stretched out of her flesh and her heart hovering Infront of her nonexistent breast with a hand crushing it to symbolize self resentment,bright red hands all over her and touching everywhere to symbolize how no one can escape the horror of being psychologically hurt, fourteen pairs of wings,ten on her back and waist and four on her head and shoulders,she hides her face because those who see it will starve from the need of wanting answers for their existence instantly,her spine protrudes from her back and the dorsals stretch out while heads of her past identities are impaled on said dorsals,half her body glitches and flashes with static because mortal eyes can't process the amount of eyes on her,her flesh is a bright and grayish red despite her blue and gold blood.

she bears the weight of being able to feel love,blue and ultra Violet spiderlilies sprouting and blooming painfully out of her face just under the multiple red and black veils she wears,she kept her hair intact to seem human,the crimson strands long and covered in the guilt of having too much pride.

She can and will devour anything,even herself,her mind is long gone,only a singular will remaining.

She is everything a human can and can't think of.

She is not cruel nor kind,just hungry.