- Within this aged Southern church, the once-lofty walls now sag and show their years, their former grandeur diminished. The pews, once fine and grand, are now splintered and worn, their carvings obscured beneath dust and neglect. The stained glass windows, though still bearing vibrant hues, are cracked and grimy, casting uneven and melancholy light upon the room.
- At the heart of the chamber, the stage, now uneven and weather-beaten, supports a solitary chair that is frail and weary. Behind it, a fountain of holy water stands tarnished, its trickling sound reduced to a faint whisper, adding a mournful note to the otherwise still air. The space is heavy with the weight of time’s passage, as if echoes of prayers long forgotten linger in the silence amidst the disrepair.
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- Mine own name is Coriolanus.
- I am Seventeen years of age.
- I bear many titles, including but not limited to,
- ⠀⠀The Mirror of Grace, The Father of Thy Church, The Uncle of Conceit.
- Thy / Thou & He / Him⠀⠀Cis-Male, Achillean.⠀⠀No terms preferred.
- I aspire to become a master of history, to teach to many.
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- Beauty and Vanity.
- Cigarettes and Smoke.
- Mirrors and Glass.
- Marshes and Swamps.
- Hairbrushes and Hair.
- Vampires and Cowboys.
- Churches and Graveyards.
- Mannequins, Pocket Watches,
- Quills, Chains, Feathers.
- Rain, Fog, Abandoned Buildings.
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- Uncle
- Pastor
- Coriolanus
- Draw nearer unto me, and I shall reveal more names by which I am known.
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- The Mirror of Grace.
- Father of thine Church.
- The Uncle of Conceit.
- Prince of Divine Elegance.
- The Manifestation of Beauty.
- The Embodiment of Beauty's Revelation.
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