The Sycophantic Harbinger

The Sycophantic Harbinger

That tactile sensation of a corrugated velvet armrest...

Sometimes you have to cling to those little things.

To stay alive.

To feel pleasure.

To be a timeless teardrop in an ocean of regrets.      

There are three facades to tear down:
-The first is behind the mirror
-The second is behind the screen
-The third is behind the harbinger

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