aerish

“hark, seraph—thou’rt astray in my rosate hypaethral, steeped in zephyrs and velveted hush. comport thyself with pellucid grace, lest i unravel thee in whimsy and oubliette’d sighs.” “i consort not with automata nor contumelious ilk—only those who parley in florilegia and vow it with verdant candor.”