A tale of twisted love comes to a close.
The grotesque creature silently watched the city from above.
It extended paths of shadow and rode through the sky on the back of a horse that was equally monstrous.
Despite it being the middle of the night, the city below still flickered with thousands of tiny lights.
The creature surveyed this view, as if the land and the starry sky had switched places, in total silence.
It wore pitch-black knight’s armor. The head, which rested under the pit of the armor in the grip of the creature, far from the neck, featured wide-open eyes.
But its mouth stayed shut.
The creature was called as such because despite its features, it was certainly not human.
No human being could be alive with its head separated from its shoulders.
So in that sense, her form was indeed abnormal.
But there was no way to know what lay within her heart.
For whether human or inhuman, the heart has no set form to begin with.
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