LoganBlackisle

On the 12th day of Christmas, the Void gave to me, 12 forbidden Thoughts, hidden in the deepest parts of my mind, waiting for the right moment, when all seems lost, to ward me against the primordial chaos that still craves my fractured soul. 11 midnight moons, captured from the orbit of a forgotten Dyson Sphere, invisible and without mass, they reflect not the light of ancient stars, but instead reflect truths that only the gods dare admit to themselves, truths that will guide me when I've lost all hope. 10 silver snowflakes, their fractal uniqueness betrays the message carved into them by the Queen of Winter herself, at a time when Winter

On the 12th day of Christmas the stars gave to me, 12 golden souls, now whispers in my ears, leading me to my fate. 11 Truths, seared into my mind and written on my shallow soul, their weight a constant reminder of what I lost. 10 tiny voids, contained by cold star forged iron, settled now inside my soul, reflected in my eyes, making my heart as cold as winter. 9 ghosts of my haunted past, tearing into my soul, and hardening it for what is to come. 8 fractal roses, spinning my fractured mind into a fervor where I can glimpse my greatest fear, remembering what was lost. 7 feathers from Fallen Seraphims, their alchemical properties will ul