In the basement, the last room on the left, she sleeps under the shadows of a twisted patriarchy.
Her wounds heal quickly. Her flesh still unaffected by the the linear vacuum of time.
Her heart beats in sync to her mothers' - a soul's commitment that burns in the crematorium of broken archetypes.
Bound by authority she takes it to bed with her and promises to fight anyone for this shattered piece of stardust.Read More