Polly.

@rotincreased.bsky.social

You can taste the eventual decay of your own body. IC: https://artfight.net/attack/9748517.rot

The darkness is in your ears. It stops up your nose. It would fill your mouth too, if you dared to open it. It would choke you like so much dirt, poured into the gaping hole of an open grave. The darkness drowns you. It buries you. It consumes you.

Indeed, the illness only made my mind, my feelings, my senses stronger, more powerful. My sense of hearing especially became more powerful. I could hear sounds I had never heard before. I heard sounds from heaven; and I heard sounds from hell!

Father told me wild beasts keep eating his knights so I asked how many knights he has and he said he just goes to town and gets new knights afterwards so I said it sounds like he's just feeding untrained knights to the wild beasts and then he started crying

I can feel my skin splitting, muscle by muscle and tissue by tissue. To be alive is to feel the sharp bite of cold piercing through you repeatedly. It only got warmer with my blood. The darkness is suffocating.