I'm insane. I've gone crazy.
When did all of this just pop into my head?
Why am I so attached to it?
I dunno, but this is a memory-maybe-but-probably-not thing that probably didn't happen but I'm sharing it anyways because I feel like if I don't it'll drive me insane.
A solemn figure puts me to my knees. He unsheathes his sword and uses it to cut off both of my wings. It hurts like the worst pain imaginable. Then he kicks me off the platform, sending me through the clouds, then throws my wings down with me. The rushing wind blows the feathers all around me and I'm falling. Falling, falling, falling. Down and down I go. Falling downwards. It seemed like an eternity I was falling. But eventually the ground approaches and I realize I have to think of something. Then I sense something. Then I understand. I will insert myself into his soul and his life. We will merge. I will be preserved. So I just let myself fall. I hit the ground and it's done. But then I feel a sensation. I died, but now I will be reborn. I start going up. Falling upwards. And I keep rising and rising, leaving my body and the wings behind. Then I feel heads, and new wings, and claws, then everything goes white, then red, then black.
And now I'm here. Now he's here. Now we're here. I don't think that necessarily actually happened, or if it even means anything, but there you go. The fallen angel that died and then got reborn as a three headed dragon inside my soul because he/she wanted to preserve themself.
Its probably all nonsense. I think I might need help because I'm going insane. But I felt like I just had to get it out there at least.
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