I made a searching and fearless inventory of myself. I like what I found. Along the shelves of my mind, I found random pieces of eccentricity alongside subtle notes of madness. Yellows and oranges nudged each other for prominence. The agnostic and the sceptic played a ragged tune while a mercurial temperament banged a drum whose skin was pulled taut with cynicism.
And over there by the entranceway, The First stood, candle in hand. Molten wax dripped down the long red stem, as slow as time. She's been standing for so long that her presence is a permanant fixture. The bright flame flickered and dark shadows danced upon her face. They undulated along the walls and stretched down long corridors. Corridors that led to even darker recesses the deeper one ventured.
On the outside, the lines and folds and ridges. The curves, the knobby buttresses. And the epidermal tissue that stretched across bone and muscle, all merged together to cast a profile acceptable among these mere mortals.
Yes, I do approve.
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