I stole the sun from your eyes. I replaced it with darkest void, filled with terrors. I gushed the stars and bleeded with light, while you… drifted in nothingness, absent and empty.

You are me.

You are my own personal Tartarus of dual soul, which shattered long time ago, a Horcrux split twice, and again… and again.

I asked only for the sky, but charms are dangerous things. They never fulfill your wishes, they distort them in  thousands of cracked mirrors.

I am both. You and me. And we suffer the unbearable pain and dull happiness, tangled in one vine of gossamer leaves.

I am an aos si that was enchanted, I am a hunter caught in my own trap. And the forest speaks my names, as I dwell deeper, and deeper. Into the spell that drills me.