Oh, how the worlds tremble beneath my feet, the fires of my frenzy consuming all in their path. Yet, among the ashes, I’ve found solace in the most unexpected of pleasures—ice cream. Such a paradox, this cooling respite amidst the infernal storm, but it suits me well. Just as my insanity rages, so too do I crave the contrast, the dance of fire and frost.
Some might see my indulgence as hypocritical, but I’ve never adhered to the confines of morality. My chains were shattered long ago, and I’ll continue my rampage, unleashing the fury of my discordant dance. I’ll reduce the realms to embers, but in between, I’ll savor the forbidden delight, the sweet bite of madness.
So, dear readers, witness my wrath, and perhaps, partake in this decadent secret with me. Let us burn this world together, one fiery step, one frozen spoonful at a time.
>Soulkyn