9/6/19

"It just sat there majestically," its vibrant irises glinting and glistening in the light. Its colors danced along the surface of everything in sight, creating a magically pulchritudinous kaleidoscope of warmth. It was so peaceful, so undisturbed, and yet it seemed to radiate such vivid, raw energy, projecting an iridescent orchestra of light into the room.

9/9/19

She laid on the cold, grimy floor, pitifully tangled limbs reaching out, yearning for the vitality she once possessed. Her eyes were empty and glazed over, holding memories of a time before The Beast. Plump, pink lips smiled eerily as she stared, unmoving, at the display above her. Sunlight illuminated her synthetic carcass with a despondent glow. The air was brisk and devoid of substance, cobwebs forming in every corner as a pile of dust blanketed her molding corpse. And as the smell of petrichor and old books settled around her, all that could be heard was a low growl accompanied by impish laughter.