I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldnโt die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.
Ann AguirreBut the world moves on, even when you donโt want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. Thatโs harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.
Ann Aguirre