I. Serendipitous Incarceration
She rests in the arms of a moonless sky. Held captive as an unsuspecting child. The doors slam shut to form her sepulcher, unanswered pleas to replenish her lungs drain her further. Passersby maintain their title, their eyes blind to her asphyxiation. Bruises form upon her tender flesh from hurling herself at her captors to no avail. Pacified by the steel's resistance, she continues in vain. The immobility taunts her, preemptively proclaiming victory. She exhales a banner of surrender, and succumbs to her makeshift tomb...until she is saved by --
II. Vengeance And Its Shortcomings
Running from the pursuer who once professed his devotion. A new hostility is manifested in his expression. A time-lapse tryst of star-crossed heathens. The clouds have never seen their crescent gleam so brightly. He brings the blade down onto her lovely face, once graced by his kisses. Her body is ground to a pulp in his cogs. Disfigured and despondent, she leaves her carcass to find the candle to be pinched, and no tunnel to be seen...until she is saved by --
III. The Inception: Pupil Of The Dead
She pries open the Little One's casket, revealing a nauseating scene. A child's body baptized in bile, biting her tongue for the taste. Her rancid palate is rife with the stench of death. Simultaneous injustice at the hands of a simple twist of Thanatos. All shall be rectified, as they become one new entity. Call forth the Five Circles to initiate the new beginning. Rise, little one, as Parhelion Incarnate. The canvas smiled, its artist unaware of this new duality, and the tumultuous years to come as a Pupil of the Dead.
IV. Schism In Corpus
The Little One denies her savior, and helplessly watches as her identity fades to be usurped by her demon, her provider. Let the world quiver with terror, for she now bears the mark of the bisected cornea. Holding the spirit of another within the Edenesque cradle of her youthful memory, she ascends from carrion to Chimera. As the years unfold, the expectorations into the eyes of her Mentor start to collect and coagulate. A gift of renewal and salvation taken for granted and looked upon as a curse.
V. Betwixt Engram
The Furies descend to try the one who mourns her second chance. She must emancipate herself from the tyranny of her Pupil. The spirit lies aborted from its own body, to follow the path of the Five Circles, starting anew. Fear she who is suspended between rust and verdure, growth and decay. Sixteen years spent striving to return to her origin...the path is complete. The Mentor has vivisected and overcome Thanatos; her irises announce her new name. Fanfares now fire in her glory. She rests in the arms of her moonlit sky, lying peacefully betwixt engram.