"Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight..."

C o r s e t t e

T o d a y . . .
What a small forest this is. Though seemingly endless, this forest shows only repetition.
Quite the bright enviroment as well- my eyes ache from the bright sunlight flitering through the trees. How do you sweethearts cope with such extreme light sources? Are you all visually blind like the bats? Oh, of course I do hope you are not. But... that wouldn't make my games near as fun as they could be when played in the dark. Perhaps tomorrow will be shadowed in the cool night. Visibility is key in darkness.

-Corsette [April 28, 2010]

Y e s t e r d a y . . .
But be contented when that fell arrest,
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review,
The very part was consecrate to thee,
The earth can have but earth, which is his due,
My spirit is thine the better part of me,
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered,
The worth of that, is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.

-Shakespeare [Sonnet 074]

I n t r o d u c t i o n . . .
What leads you here is yet to be known, though you travel onward as though you know where you are going and what you are doing. Exploring the unknown, as any curious creature should do, is still dangerous no matter how skilled said adventurer is. No matter where you go, there shall always be eyes on you. hissssss... The eyes will burn into you like fiery daggers from the pits of the underworld itself. The only thing holding you to reality is your fear. The adrenaline that pulses through your muscles as your body prepares itself for the final fight or flight reaction. Another hissssss...
But instead of a vicious beast leaping from the dark shadows- a small black figure leaks from the lower brambles and roots. It's slender physique leaves more to be begged from. The large, innocent looking eyes sparkle and glisten like diamonds. What little light is left in this dark forest is suddenly focused on the figure.

A doe?

F u r t h e r // I n s p e c t i o n . . .
It is merely a small black doe. Her eyes force themselves upon you with hatred and demise leaking from their sockets, but she speaks softly and innocently like the coo of a dove.
"What are you doing here?" she whispers, circling you slowly. She isn't much of a threat as far as appearances go- don't worry. "You haven't come to visit me... have you?" Her eye lashes flutter; her pupils intense on you. "How sweet of you..."

.Coming Soon.

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