In the salon, the air was thick, laden with whispers that didn’t belong to any living voice.
Surrounded by candles, they trying to force the darkness to hush, there I was, moving through glimmers born of the darkness itself, denying evil as a god and good as a martyr… between the damned edge of life and the stench of eternity—being us that echo answering something far older, watching humans through the cracks of time.
She walks like midnight and thinks like sin.
“Not everything hidden is meant to be found.”
—As if she were midnight itself… inevitable, enveloping, and magnetic… each thought like a flame… incisive, provocative, irresistible…
Conjured in a single sentence, where mysteries exist only to remain veiled, for if revealed, they extinguish the flame…
Secrets burn brighter than the shadow under the light… intuit the enigma, but you’ll never possess it 😉
Someone breaks glass ceilings ’cause your brain’s sharp, not handouts…
No favors, no victimhood… just a weapon—her intellect…
A shattered glass? But not from the sky nor the result of gifted opportunities, only her mind—as sharp as the sword that cuts through curses…
I’d never invalidate kindness or place it on a pedestal to purify it or make it unattainable—but from her objectivity.
It stands on the same plane as desire and danger: a flame not everyone knows how to hold without burning…
Governing my fire has never depended on outsiders…
But what has been the hidden cost of experiences among humans?
Pleasure? Delicious experiences, but not worth mortgaging my peace, sentencing me to years of draining…
Yes, full of flavors that can be intense, but the bill isn’t worth the sacrifice.
Being a lover of the night, from a place surrounded by windows, where while many sleep, I live… I know that pleasure is everywhere 🍷🩸
But not everything satisfies me:
– Many are “diluted” (empty emotions, raw instinct).
– Very few are “dense” (clarity, awareness, intellectual affinity).
So, my dear fellow, I choose prolonged fasting, because lucid hunger is preferable to the gluttony of mediocrity.
I’d never pay a cost that outweighs my delight 😏
Life is my game about delivering energy, more than a hunt for stimuli.
Humans, chasing fleeting fires—parties, substances, bedroom dramas, poisoned friendships—and they call that pleasure.
Me? I’m just observing, waiting for a target that tempts me, but the salon is full of mirages, none with a real shadow.
But reading your mind, you ask:
What experiences would I consider cheap in price and valuable in return?
None and all that come from a rational instinct for preservation—not arrogance, just that routine kills my mind.. 😮💨
An experience’s worth isn’t in its “price,” but in the source of its impulse.
Any lucid, conscious mind carries a return that doesn’t numb but sets fires in the middle of the yin-yang, where balance is a fantasy 🥀
My way of seeing it resolves one of the greatest fears of any living being: the dreaded loneliness.. we are melodies, not noise… some notes go together, but others sound better alone 🎶🎵
I don’t consider any philosopher my model to follow, but I respect them like one listens to a good concert… nor do I consider myself a model to follow.
Shall I tell you a secret? 😏
Come closer in silence.
At that moment, I leaned toward their neck and whispered: morality is a power game.
The side doesn’t dictate your principles, there’s no absolute virtue nor a vice that corrupts you, but if you’re not trained to think, you won’t coexist…
No one can be forced to think, and those who don’t think don’t inspire me… following trends to escape themselves.. don’t have my respect.
I wonder if humans have a soul… because at least you, after this, will have something that lingers 🧛🏻♀️🩸
Bye now! 💋🩸
