Subtle reasons, not sure what they are yet: he’s fully clothed/made-up in drag, yet he is undeniably naked; she is present, yet she’s never there. I’m lost right between her eyes and her brows, and I willingly follow her into the hour of the wol(ves).
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Some days, some nights, some live, some die in the way of the samurai.