i.  you are made of stardust and supernovas; of fury and calm; of mortality and gods. you break dreams with your hands and create words with your fingers. you are fire and ice, or perhaps you are frostbitten -- perhaps ink stains your skin ashen and perhaps you fall and you fly. perhaps you are the devil; or a goddess; or a god. perhaps ichor swims through your veins and you bleed gold and silver; or do you bleed red? born to mortality as you destroy apollo with your fire-proof wings; icarus -- bless the foolish boy -- has undermined your will. we all have. this is how we are fated to fall: at the hands of fury and calm; of mildew and growth; of famine and plague; of wealth and prosperity. we are fated to demise by your hands, callous and rough as they are. you -- of stardust and supernovas. you, of dust and dawn.

--i'm angry about hawks
in the manga, so here--
//juwude//