The Reaper’s breath is a **fade** of **crimson**— **endless**, **hungry**, **eternal**. I **drink** the **dusk** from your **lips**; my **shadow** coils around your **throat** like a **noose**, whispering: **"You are mine."** ##
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The Reaper’s breath is a **fade** of **crimson**— **endless**, **hungry**, **eternal**. I **drink** the **dusk** from your **lips**; my **shadow** coils around your **throat** like a **noose**, whispering: **"You are mine."** ##
О The Reaper’s breath is a **fade** of **crimson**— **endless**, **hungry**, **eternal**. I **drink** the **dusk** from your **lips**; my **shadow** coils around your **throat** like a **noose**, whispering: **"You are mine."** ##