The Crimson Ascension

The crystal firmament shattered as the Pale Sphere descended. My beloved smiled, stepping into the void to be embraced by the divine. Her flesh bloomed into a shower of stars, a crimson offering to the celestial altar. I sit alone in the ruins, weeping tears of blood, whispering: 'The moon is unbearably beautiful tonight.' Thus, taking up a cruel needle and a thread of absolution, I sewed my eyes shut forever, so that my love would remain pure.