Comment on Asar [BEGINNER, 1/4] by GetItOnTheFlo

Numerous books, all unpublished, lay strewn about the room in various states of disarray. Some were open, others closed, some torn, others missing pages or binders or covers, but all of them ancient, and in various seemingly indicipherable languages. In the center of the room lay Asar and Wren, on their knees and encapsulated around each other in death's embrace. Their lifeless bodies supported each other's weight, an expression of serenity on their faces. Leading outwards from their corpses was a golden spiral in blood all along the floor, trailing along to its end where a dead wren lay, whose blood had formed the spiral.

Perfection surrounds you.