HOME | DD

Description
In the nadir of early morning, surrounded by an unwaking world, I found myself encircled by a morbid gallery of crows, suspended lifeless on chains like sable ornaments of doom. Did I enact this avian slaughter, or was it the tempest's malevolent choreography?

The air pulsed with remnants of a discord whose genesis eluded me; furniture clashed against walls, while my daughter sought refuge in her sanctuary. Frenzied emotions rendered reasons obsolete. In this abyss of feminine solitude, all that remained palpable was the collective expiration of these omens of death—each crow a feathered epitaph to lost arguments, broken peace, and love's quietus.

Description
In the nadir of early morning, surrounded by an unwaking world, I found myself encircled by a morbid gallery of crows, suspended lifeless on chains like sable ornaments of doom. Did I enact this avian slaughter, or was it the tempest's malevolent choreography?

The air pulsed with remnants of a discord whose genesis eluded me; furniture clashed against walls, while my daughter sought refuge in her sanctuary. Frenzied emotions rendered reasons obsolete. In this abyss of feminine solitude, all that remained palpable was the collective expiration of these omens of death—each crow a feathered epitaph to lost arguments, broken peace, and love's quietus.