My Diary: Secret Self Portrait

It was a bitterly cold day and there was a whole queue of us space refugees walking along the knife blade edge.‭ ‬Smoke emanated from the top hat I was wearing and the fairies wished themselves into existence before annihilating each other with bursts of negative energy.‭ ‬I paced around the cold space as memories of fifteen previous lives sorted themselves according to density.

Secret Self Portrait

Secret Self Portrait

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