Role

Chapter 2

The fires of Inspiration, Passion, and Love wrapped around this
burning obsession with the macabre. So like the twisted beauty of a
wildfire does my passion for the irregular, the dark, the fiery
and evil link to my past.

Such a common beauty my Ansrtril, and so consumed by a similar
fire to my own. So light and beautiful he makes me feel, but can we
be beautiful together in Eshval's fires?

The Gallery was the strangest and most beautiful collection of
the macabre I've seen yet, yet my heart filled with dread at the
idea of not knowing. For the first time I've become uncertain
of where to turn. The morbid fascination I hold, the girlish
love, the undirected fire that's flailing without direction. I can't
stand it any longer, I'll not hold myself back. This is what I love,
the life I want to live, this is my destiny! In Eshval's creation I
have found my inspiration.
In Ansrtril I have an audience.
In myself I have my passion, my art. I can feel the fires in my veins
rekindled. This is it...