It is surprising the capacity of man to continue with shock and apall when the world is so full of the macabre and the violent. After all...we are but mortals with our imperfections. With our sins.
And yet...they let the beautiful pass through their fingers with no more thought than a passing glance.
Art is the macabre and the beautiful in every raw appreciation of both. The purity of life and death. One must happen for favor of the other.
[Severus]I would like to extend an invitation to my home this week at your convenience.
Let me know a time and date and I will make the arrangements.
[/end][Antonin]I have a taste for the night. Will you join me?
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