HERE WE GO AGAIN. There's something crawling up my arm, a disease, a friend, another creature to do me harm. I'm hitting my head against the wall. Why haven't I been reborn yet! How many lifetimes of this purple-hued haze, smoke-filled air and lifeless dogs litter the streets. Is this the belly of the beast? WHERE AM I?!?! My stomach is full... there's nothing dangerous here... I'm uncomfortably comfortable, and it's incredibly queer. There are mages upon the glass, blue eyes that steal from my hope, desperation in rivalry, a hat unmade through trickery, something malevolent through storms before the sea swells. There is an abyss in sight.
Scattered cuts, slight steel upon my skin, my thighs, my wrists, my…