Violet
Like a tampered with water-valve. A tree breaking, thrusting through an old stone wall. A slow burn in the stomach. An acid in the eyes that drips heavy and sticky through the soul. Like a heart, heavy and clinging to yours, it works like a vine through the arteries, bringing you – the beast, the creature, the daemon, the monster – to knees burned into the ice of the North Pole. It strikes with violence.
~Hammeh
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