Upon the freshly turned grave, where earth becomes a prison for love, she rests, her beauty silenced, her spirit entombed with the dreams they once shared. Atala lies still, her frail heart no longer bound by the agony that consumed it, and yet, her departure leaves a void too vast for words. He kneels at her side, his trembling hands tracing the contours of her cold eternity, as if the weight of his despair might awaken her. Every tear that falls is an unanswered plea, a love condemned to linger in the hollow chambers of his chest. Her name is now a song without a voice, a prayer cast into the void, and in burying her, he buries himself a man shackled to a sorrow that will never die.
👤 Gustave-Claude-Etienne Courtois
🎭 The Burial of Atala
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👤 Gustave-Claude-Etienne Courtois
🎭 The Burial of Atala
@Dairy_of_Darkness