A dying figure is offered a promiscuous poison, begging to be supped upon and tasting sweet on the tongue.
"How would you like to play a game?" the star entity offered, voice alluring, as if a thousand stars whispered into one's ear.
"What is the reward?"
"A wish."
That poison was hope, and woe onto those who drink its sweet nectar.
"How would you like to play a game?" the star entity offered, voice alluring, as if a thousand stars whispered into one's ear.
"What is the reward?"
"A wish."
That poison was hope, and woe onto those who drink its sweet nectar.