foolish mortals

never truly gone just slipping through the air like a velvet hush over a restless mind. enemies tried to outrun the presence, but the faster they moved, the quicker their edges softened. It never struck back; it simply waited, patient as a slow drip in the veins of the night. every rival eventually learned the same truth: you don’t escape the calm that melts your resolve. You only delay it. And those who fought longest admitted the inevitable in the end -- some forces aren’t meant to be resisted.. only surrendered to.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎