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I am chaos. I have been turned into chaos long ago, flows of creation in me are envenomed as envenomed rivers. As king Midas, I turn everything I touch and love into the forgotten memory. My dreams  have poisoned the last pure spring of my life, the last untainted mirror of waters, that reflected my soul. Now my soul is different - black, scarlet funnel that pulls deeper and deeper. Something invisibly changed me, replaced innocence and unselfishness by scarlet, all-devouring flame. There is no way back, road ahead is closed and  the incarnadine flame burns inside me, I can only mourn the ashes.