What do you think the most horrifying feeling is? 
Is it dying? 
Is it not being able to do anything and watch as your life gets ruined?
Is it the undeniable fate that you carry? or maybe the fact that you are a human. Filled with ironic emotions.
Are you contended with the way you see the world? 
Perhaps it is time that you learned that the world is so much more than just your own perception.

Imagination can come to life, desires and curiosity all comes forth. 
A pen, A note, my thoughts
And stories as they go on.

Dark Fables: Whispers of the Abyss

'This... This was our punishment' Aria told herself. What else could it be? 


The rattling of the cans made them focus on the woman again. "Where were you! Do you have any idea how disgusting it is in here? And you dare leave the house without cleaning it?" 


"You... useless scums need a real earful, don't you? Are you rebelling against me again? Answer me!" 


Before Aria could say anything in return she heard Celeste’s quivering lips utter some words, 


"We are not your tools to play with. Who do you think you are to shout at us?" Celeste slowly raised her head and held her shuddering body. 


"Play?” the woman scoffed, “You are not even worth playing with. And now you are talking back to me? You are nothing but a piece of crap, the only worth you have in this place is to clean up the mess." 


Celeste scoffed back, "It is your mess! Why should we clean it?" 


Life As A Mortal (part 7)