Alla inlägg den 19 september 2010
On the Surface, a man of family and distinction,
a man of opportunities lost from indiscretions reveled in.
Curiosity did not kill; it destroyed.
Below, a man clothed in shadows and mist, a man of few words but many dreams.
...
A life, just different.
Or is it?
On the streets of Fallen London;
his cravat immaculate, not so his mind.
Cracks are starting to appear. The facade is diminishing.
Walls covered in letters of unknown origin and hidden meaning,
a cypher not meant to be broken.
Yet he tries.
...
In his wake ;
the sweet and musky scent of opium,and the bitter fragrance of old regrets.
Before him;
profane discoveries, sacred atrocities and a promise of otherness.
He feels...
...strangely welcome.
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