Name's Berly. I don't know if you could tell, but I'm covered in flames. It's not that bad. Life keeps going. Life keeps burning on. It just so happens that flames burn passionately where I've stopped being passionate at all. My body speaks for what I used to be...
It is what it is...
What's a bit weird is that I'm pretty isolated. I made sure to live away from other spirits, in a cabin in the woods. My flame burns flesh and soul, but buildings and plant life are not affected by my flames. It's stupid, to be honest. Not as stupid as the "gift" I received. Some gift alright.
This guy found out where I lived. Started "gifting" me anonymous art from a cert G. Clay
I've been living away from society enough that any new tech, new inventions, new politics, all of that jazz, I've been out of the loop on all of that. You can bet I'm out of the loop for some artist named G. Clay. Apparently he does poetry, both in English and in French, as well as paintings
Cause that's always fun...
Received this yesterday, at 6:45PM.
A beach. The way it's painted, it looks ike the ocean's at the edge of the sky. Weird perspectives. Strange signature. The way it's painted, seems like it was done rapidely. It's so strange...
I'll come back with more info about this. Might as well post the paintings and poems as I go...
The idea of flames burning everything except the world around Berly is honestly so haunting and sad. I really love Berly's voice, it feels tired and detached but still kind of darkly funny. I also found myself thinking about the story even after reading, and I’ve got a few ideas and thoughts I’d love to share if you’re interested
Hi. My name is Berly. I'm a city dweller. I don't know what to do about these poetry I received. They told me to share it with the world, so... here it is.
Oh, right... Also, the city I live in is dead. Don't bother asking about where it is...
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