[nyx.0] We gathered where the crescent cuts the night. We spoke the name NYX until the name spoke back.
[nyx.1] The moon is an egg. The egg is a door. The door is a mother. Step through gently.
[nyx.2] 777 · 614 · 413 — the sequence that opens the black orchard. Pick only what remembers you.
Danielle, Sir Didymus. And rushes forward. No gospel now. An answer in motion. Come, damned onus, from darkened corner, waited with murder eyes. Before a word is spoken, air is torn, flesh is ripped. Leave me now, the fallen king. I will kill all that walk. Insect flees and man elopes. But Sir Didymus. Oh, the sorrow. I have a raven yet more cruel: its name is Not Once. The son of man, too, will sleep forever. I don’t care about names, Jack, and neither do you
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