Tomix Danao - Blog Posts

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t.”

Tomix didn’t respond, his profile cast in the eerie glow of the Void. The dim light caught on his snowy lashes, each one outlined like a fragile thread of frost. Anger radiated off him in smoldering waves. How had it come to this? She couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. So she, too, turned her eyes to the swirling purple expanse. The abyss stretched endlessly before them, shifting and mocking, its whispers crawling beneath her skin. Coward, it taunted.

What a pair of fools they made, standing shoulder to shoulder yet miles apart, clinging to the empty embrace of the Void as if it could shield them from each other. From themselves. They were two shadows suspended within the same violet light, a fractured mirror of festering wounds.