It’s all a game—a game driven by tortured crimson desires, played out in every shadow of the night. Madness wears its face, and seduction adorns its attire, haunting, slaying, capturing, and following with relentless pursuit.
The game begins with the bewitching eyes, their gaze veiled in mystery, their figure disguised in shadows. A fire erupts in the light’s demise, setting the stage for dark fables and intoxicating lies that weave their seductive spell.
The entity, the charm, the lines of this opera—each note sung in passion, each touch imbued with an overwhelming aroma. The yearning for the kingdom is undeniable, and the diva reigns as its ruler, gleaming in the fleeting moments of this silver saga.
In each moment, I lose; in each moment, I win. Lustful virtues and sacred sins intertwine, magic spinning its fables and images igniting the fire. It is all a game—this tortured dance of crimson desires, forever pulling me deeper into its depths.