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My head is full of questions. My heart is full of stars.

This is an object lesson in chaos. A distilled grace that, without warning, leads to madness. This is a secret door. A road that does not end. The deep breath of a great, consuming wind. Somewhere, lightning sings in the distance. The song itself is a storm, a warning, and a weapon. Love – oh, it is like that, too. A ruin of ash, a perfect mystery. A glance across a crowded room, and all the waiting in the world.

This is an object lesson in chaos. Desire ripped to shreds, then reborn. An endless thing. A feeling that burns, begging to be fed – begging to be challenged. This is the truth, unreleased. This is all the words curled underneath a tongue. This is love with its hands bound tight – too tightly. Yet, love does not struggle. Some things are too powerful to need to speak.

This is an object lesson in chaos. This is how a mermaid pretends to drown. This is how someone else’s spell breaks. This is a gauntlet, thrown down. This is how fire becomes ice. This is nothing. This is everything.

My heart is a blind assassin. Yours is a thief.

How did this begin? It doesn’t matter.

How will this end? Don’t you already know?

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