showers
‘my god how I wished to be part of the cemetery he was building. I would have turned myself into a black hole, letting all that is me fall away into that void, only to be rebuilt by him in whatever form he wanted’
control
‘my god how I wished to be part of the cemetery he was building. I would have turned myself into a black hole, letting all that is me fall away into that void, only to be rebuilt by him in whatever form he wanted’