Kali's necklace of skulls clinked softly as she tilted her head. Not a monster — a mirror. In one hand, the sword that severs illusion. In the other, a lotus still wet with the night's last dew.
She didn't pray for mercy. She prayed for witness . kali roses 2drops
The roses grew from the cracks in the altar — thorned, black-veined, bleeding fuchsia. Each petal a small annihilation. Each scent a memory dying to be reborn. Kali's necklace of skulls clinked softly as she
One landed on her tongue — cinnamon and clove , the burn of old wars and new hungers. The other slid down the blade's edge, pooling in the rose's heart. pooling in the rose's heart.