"I tried to get him off my skin, but the steam enveloped me, infused me with his smell.
It infested me, reaching down as far as my stomach.
Taking deeper breaths was useless, it felt like I was drowning.
Not all poisons have an antidote. Some of them get into your soul, stupefy you with their scent and have eyes more beautiful than any youβve ever seen before.
And thereβs no cure for them.
None at all."
Okish so far
— Apr 17, 2024 12:56PM
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