Yours eyes peirce right through me, unvieling the hidden elusiveness within. These patterns you witness have become my crutch. Your eyes are your ammunition. Your gaze is killing me. A substantial blood loss that is not my own and it is pouring out of me. This assault will bring me strength, increasing stability not to collapse. This is a dagger to the heart, an unrelinquishing torture, but this soon will assemble me. You murder face to face. [[Category:Symphony in Peril]]

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