The two drops fell not like rain, but like embers.
Kali's necklace of skulls clinked softly as she tilted her head. Not a monster — a mirror. In one hand, the sword that severs illusion. In the other, a lotus still wet with the night's last dew. kali roses 2drops
One to kill who you were. One to bless who you're becoming. The two drops fell not like rain, but like embers
"You wanted power," the goddess whispered, voice like grinding mountains. "But power without destruction is just a cage." " the goddess whispered