The Promise of your Vertigo

On Cornix, everything was dark, the sun was shining for a total of three hours per Earth day, and the music was a dim, sinister bass tone, howling through a cold, stormy air like a demon.


Bengal Fire.

Ariel’s light wasn’t in fact light, but more of a dark greyish shade, she was burning, but she wasn’t something you could just spot with your eye. She never had a bitter aftertaste like the other girls, it’s more like the second you left the room you were in with her, she becomes a mystery so fragile you’re uncertain whether it ever really happened. Until you return, and her green eyes let you know that it, in fact, happened. And she, in fact, existed.