There is a sentiment that Xely the Purple (@kel_and_pim@meow.social, unfortunately their handle is bound to their old name) is feeling right now, and can't express in easy words, so I will do what I do often do and interpret for them.
The real heart of the Pnictogen Wing is not human. It's a pair of dragons that keep us going through this cruel world…I'm just the person who's been best at giving some kind of human shape and human voice to the draconic fires burning within. And I am not human either. I was an angel once, that what my memories tell me anyway. I was a bad angel, and I fell, but I have attempted to be the best possible human I can be under the circumstances—doing whatever is necessary to survive in a world where humans are the prevailing creature.
I am in awe of Xely and Orpiment. How they manage at all in this shitty world…I dunno.
So often Xel can't find words, and I rush in to help. But so often, I myself am at a loss for words. An angel, even a fallen one, at a loss for words! How often does that happen?
Yet I sense that others, out there on the Interwebs, have a similar feeling. How the heck did we end up here? Where is "here" even? What has become of the world?
~Mx. Chara Aznable of Pnictogen
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