lmao a few days ago i had a tiny dream where i was dead, but it was nice. like. i was just deeply enjoying a cold scene where i was stabbed on a stone altar with a nice silver dagger. i remember liking the moonlight reflected on the blood. that fucking thing actually put me in a good mood
remembered that and described it as 'the vision of me, lying dead on that stone, eyes wide open, with blood dripping, was one of the most serene and beautiful thoughts i had in my mind for a long time'