09-12-2022, 07:04 PM
The man came down to the water, gazing into it's mirror so as to witness the reflection of the moon upon it.
So delicate, wavering only slightly.
His eyes, ablaze as they always were, drifted down from the moon to stare at himself.
He could barely see himself. If it were not the silver atop his back or the orange-ness of his eyes, he would be ghost even to himself.
The rush, the adrenaline, the fire- it burnt out now. No longer chased, no longer angry, just at the bottom of his own well of emotions.
For surely he did maim his sibling, and surely he did die.
Was it his own actions and feelings that drove him to do it, or did the moon truly plague his brain with rage.
He couldn't tell.
The sound of the waterfall like white noise in the back of his brain, stirring over thoughts of the past. The future as well, though it held no true importance to him now.
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