Shadow Realm
chaos hums beneath my skin like a beast that can’t be tamed, a pulse that won’t quit caged magic gnawing at the bars, waiting to tear out, waiting for the world to tilt, for the cracks to show.
and here I am, caught between neither in the light, nor deep enough in shadow. I stand on the edge, always waiting, where the whispers come, but I’m too tired to listen.
there’s a rhythm in the unraveling, like tides from a sea that doesn’t exist, pulling me down, deeper than any god’s bones, older than the stories they wrote. I’ve felt it in my gut, a pull to nowhere, to the places between heartbeats, where everything frays, and I’m barely holding on.
smoke curls, the only anchor I’ve got, keeping me here while time slips, and I forget it all but the past keeps its grip, fingers sharp, dragging me back to the ruins, to the choices I never made.
freedom? hell, it’s just a gacha game another thing they sell in shiny packages. we’re all bound by something, whether it’s blood or fate, or the scars under our skin. we wear our chains, whether we see them or not.
so I stand here, on the edge of everything, waiting for the world to crack, for the magic to break free or for the dark to swallow me whole. but I’m still breathing, still hoping for something more a real thing, maybe, in a world full of shadows.