Seph

“That day I oft remember, when from sleep
I first awaked, and found myself reposed,
Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“As Donatello died, his essence echoed across the universe, and rolled back. It splintered into pieces of energy that crashed into the earth. The pieces broke on impact with the atmosphere, and rained down as one thousand and one lies, forty-six broken promises, and three people saying the words "I don't love you, anymore.”
― Jonas Samuelle, Ghosts of a Tired Universe