swell your 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒.

ㅤ My bribes, I ripped an inch of behemoth eaten skin as my fangs tried to scatter each sinful deed on the left arm. 𝘐, 𝘈𝘔 𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 & 𝘓𝘜𝘚𝘛. Hence what else I must utter to you? My laid bare bones are merely for the ill-fated illusion in our consumable pieces. Fret not, I serve myself, too. The yearnings—orders—can be delivered to this sinister guardian. ༒ ㅤ