How to define a feeling one doesn’t know?
How to describe something one doesn’t understand?
It’s hunger.
Lust.
Rage.
Envy.
An all-encompassing yearning for something unnamed, unheard, unimaginable.
For movement.
For touch.
For—
Something shatters the rolling silence, breaks through the haze of countless eons spent in the maelstrom of stillness and fury. It plummets from the sky that is open, cursed, confining; hits the ground with a shock that reverberates through the steaming pain of souls forgotten ages ago. It adds to the pain and rage, blends into it like it belongs there.
It is a mass of blood and shattered bones, of regret and guilt, of lost hopes and abandoned dreams.
It is delicious.
It had a name.
And it wants to live even though it doesn’t. Not anymore.
Do you want revenge, Wei Wuxian?
One can reach an understanding with something one doesn’t understand. Accept the unfathomable. Attempt the impossible.
(That makes the one once called Wei Wuxian snort.)
There is peace within the writhing mass of fury and madness, concentrated in a shape of a man who is no longer able to walk on his own. There is purpose in the resentment that courses through a frame of brittle bones and broken meridians, frenzied and delirious in the attempt of making limbs and imitating speech.
A sanctuary in the cavern of a mind once filled with genius ideas and endless love.
A haven in the center of it all, a hollow place that sucks in the energy and spins it into a pulsing core of grief and insanity.
A black dizi in a talon disguised as a hand and a smile on lips kissed red with blood and greed.
A life where no life is—was—has ever been.
The one who fell from the sky is a broken memory of a man once full of life and laughter.
The one that fills the emptiness left behind is a forgotten curse and an abomination seething with jealousy and greed.
The thing that walks out of the swirling blackness and screaming void wears the face of the one once called Wei Wuxian and cradles endless resentment inside a shell of skin knitted back together with desperation.
And it is hungry.
Do you want revenge, Wei Wuxian?
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