MTL - Imperfections

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. —— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》 I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization. In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida. - Description from Novelupdates