These are the archives of the mortal nightmare herself; a rather tedious survival indeed that exists in these texts. The chaos that resides within this creation's mind, you may soon know all too well.
Never one to be looked upon with alacrity, this black sheep among the crowd longs for acceptance and understandment.
She was never quite appreciated for her numerous talents, always being judged as one already fallen.
Her pain streches for miles, allowing her to favor a method of substituting mental for physical.
Her poetry expresses her loneliness, lost hope, and agony.

"Venturing into the minds of others only creates chaos."

Crimson Rapture

Pursuing The Sweet Fate Of Sorrow