Synopsis
My soul, my beloved. Do not act as though you are blind to what we are, fooled by the idea of some higher power. We are chaos's children, pulled out of a pool of blood and suffering. Brutality and coldness are built into us, impossible to wash out, and sometimes we burn with a fixation that has no limit. Chaos gave us so much — ability, gift after gift — even though we have no real interest in building anything worthwhile. We are here instead as things that reach for ruin, using destruction to push past decay. The order, the…
