SHADOWS START TO SING

 

                    she is the elated, the triumphant! a vindictive carnage queen whose desires have been slaked by a gored cretin, bastard life the precious trophy left to fester within a poisoned womb. and while her abdomen does not yet swell with the promise of prospective children, the phantom queen can discern the alterations of her own bodily functions, knows that the future generation of elysius tyrants flourish beneath her rugged exterior. and their parasitical nature does force the deity to flee the premises of her own cryptic domain without forewarning to her carmine beauty, ravenous tendencies reigning supreme to logic as the elysius allows for her own famine to direct her across the threshold of an unknown realm -- haphazardly. though the tyrant’s vigilance is intensified with her insatiable predatory instinct, celestial gaze relentlessly surveying her foreign { and verdant } surroundings in search of her hidden prey.