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So, how have you been these past few days?I’ve been fine, I suppose… ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒ a little less today, so that was nice. At least I’ll have some easy days before ▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒.I’m glad to hear that things are ▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. And I’d like to say that, once again, I’m sorry that ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. But it’s good that you ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. And now, once you ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒, you’ll be able to address your ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒.Yeah… ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒…Exactly when is your ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒?Tomorrow… It’s the last day I ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ and then I’m... free.Good, good. Do you have any plans for what to do next?Not really, no… I plan to ▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒, you know? I haven’t been able to do something for myself for an entire ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. So for at least a little bit, I’m just gunna make do and see how I feel.That’s a very reasonable way to handle things. Just know that if you ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. You don’t have to ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒.Yeah, I know… I know…… Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to talk about?Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Really. Thank you for all your help...

No matter what, it is as it always is. In the day, it pulses and thrives. Churns with life, as if a beating heart. But come night falls, they drift. Scatter. Leaving the implications of a sleepy little town. It’s a suburb, nothing too close to a city. But it tries, oh, does it.
Odd, considering…It’s night; dark and cold, somewhere on the cusp between Fall and a proper Winter. If you looked, you could see one star. Just one, but it is so very bright. It has the slightest pink hue.
What is it that they say about objects in the mirror?It is close to the edge of town, leaves blowing gently in what remains of midnight air. Sometimes, depending on where you are, you simply cannot see the sky. See the star. A tragedy of the highest order. This town may not be the biggest, but it sure does attempt to be the brightest.
Brighter than the sky. Brighter than the star.
Impossible.A harsh cough pierces the silence.
A hand with fingers covered in mix-match color bandaids leisurely grips a phone, the thumb moving to disconnect from another weary conversation. Worried, worried, Always worried. And for what? It is the same as it always is.
They continue onward, their phone now used as a means to light their way. It is quite necessary as darkness looms on either side, ever the imposing presence that darkness is. They seem unphased, unbothered, or perhaps it is simply that their mind is too focused elsewhere to hold concern for such things as the darkness and its many implications. The figure, bundled up as if by an over-doting mother on a wintery day, wanders off into the night. They make no attempt to head towards any of the vehicles out in the shopping center’s parking lot. No, no car, today they walked. It isn’t so bad.
Another harsh cough.Buildings of brick and stone are replaced by a rapidly approaching wall of trees, all the while their body curls inward as if to keep whatever remaining heat from escaping. It does not work. Even as the trees slowly give way to buildings once more this journey does not seem to become any easier for them.
Yet they chose this.
Through a plain black mask the phantoms of breath, the ghostly puffs of exhales drift outwards and upwards, obscuring large round windows of glass. Booted feet crunch uncomfortably upon leaves when there is no other way to avoid them.
Another harsh cough.Suddenly, they are not alone. A small visitor, a tiny little creature. It is an insect of some sort. It fluoresces in the light of the cellphone as it sits in the center of the pathway. The light travels no further. The person has stopped moving. For a while they simply stand there, gentle pink reflecting off their glasses, before the person finally moves. The light from the phone draws closer, and the bug closer to it. The person stoops down, as curious as the bug itself. Inquisitive little thing.
It moves like a newborn fawn, limbs struggling for purchase as it sways and clambers forwards, towards a destination inevitably unknown.
Inquisitive little things, you are.
There is a strange amount of intent in the tiny creature’s movements. The person reaches out their hand, finger gently poking at the stranger. At the bug. It does not seem to mind. It lifts its limbs and attempts to clamber upwards.
No fear in the unknown. A solid, overwhelming determination.
Another harsh cough.The person picks up the bug, looking about even as it makes its way ever forwards. It does stop for a moment to poke gently at one of the many bandaids on one partially gloved fingers. The stop is momentary. Temporary. The awkward scuttling continues, though it does not manage to climb much further before the person has found what they are looking for. The strange little thing is placed delicately onto a leaf before it can make much progress.
A finger extends, and the tiny bug receives a gentle pat upon its head. This gives it pause. It stares upwards with many pink eyes, watching as the person turns and begins to move forwards once more.
Another harsh cough.The air is getting colder. The person shivers, perhaps regretting the choices they have made that have led them to this moment. They turn a corner, walking by homes with windows alight with warmth.
Their stare is uncomfortable. Unsettling.
They continue to walk, turning several more corners, until finally they are at the end of the road. A house sits there, dark and still as the night around it. The yard before it is filled with flowers, dead or dying. There are no lights from this house. No warmth from its windows.
Yet there is comfort in this darkness, clearly. For just a moment, shoulders relax.
Another harsh cough.While the phone still offers its beam of light, they gently tap the screen. It comes to life, reflecting more light off of their round frames. They begin to scroll.
Behind them, gently floating, small flecks of pink. Twinkling, dancing in the darkness, yet seeming to disappear in the direct light of the moon. The more the person walks the more they appear. Pink. Purple. Blue. Yellow. Dazzling, light starlight.
In their wake the dead flowers lift their heads. They begin to glow. Petal and stem both seem to grow tiny little cracks.
Another harsh cough.
The cracks open.
The flowers are watching, now.
Strange writhing vines, pink like new flesh, slowly push their way out of the cold dirt. Vines that grow more vibrant as they grow longer, taller, sporting strange pulsing buds.
A Chrysalis.
Another harsh cough.Suddenly, as if wished into being, the air behind them is full. Pink, purple, blue; Moths fading in and out of existence as if dancing in the moonlight. Not guides, but being led. Eagerly awaiting their destination.A hand reaches out.
Before their hand can reach the knob the door bursts open, drowning them in an explosion of pink and purple lights, with floating blue orbs and dancing yellow stars. In the wake of this explosion of color, of pure light, all the moths behind them become white and almost ashen in comparison. Now moving their arms away from their face, they find themselves standing there no longer. They’re floating amidst a swirling abyss of neon pink, blue, purple. White. All around them drift strange moths, ethereal tendrils long and floating like a maiden’s veil.
They do not know what it is upon which they gaze. It is impossible. Awe inspiring and fear inducing, beautiful and mind-rending. Their mouth is open. Are they speechless, or has speech been taken from them?The silence is deafening, but there is a question.
A question with many answers, but they are all the same.A hand is extended.
Accepted.The image flickers.
The mirror cracks.

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About Me

not into horror and other kinds of dark topics, I might not be the content creator for you! I'm also an avid writer and have been writing pretty much my whole life, as well as a hobbyist actor, and now I'm starting to give voice acting a try! My love for the dark and macabre definitely creeps into my writing and the things that I choose to voice, so once again Viewers Beware! This moth gets very very Spooky!Another thing that has caught my attention other than the horror genre is, well, lewd shit! It's absolutely fascinating to me and endlessly fun to explore, so I thought I would throw my hat in the ring (as well as all my other clothes too, I guess)!
So, if you're a minor, I kindly ask that you don't interact with any of my content! It's much better that way for you and for me too!
And before you ask: Yes! My life partner and not-manager already knows about all the crazy shit I do here online. So there's no need to worry about that at all! ☻Now as for what kind of content I do, well, I do quite a bit! I both write and perform scripts both on my Twitter account as well as on Youtube. I occasionally make "word art" of my scripts as well as some poems I write from time to time, and those all go up on my Tumblr page! I also plan on streaming from time to time, both on and off of Twitch! And, for those of you who might be interested, I do actually take commissions for a few things! You can check all that out on my Ko-fi page!And... there's not much else to know about me, honestly! I'm just a weird little moth, flitting about inside your computer screen! I look forward to making content for you, and I hope you can find something that you enjoy! ♡

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