It is possession, marking, and control. It is an expression of love and fear for you. I couldn't escape the quagmire of loss, couldn't break free of the shackles that bound me. I tried my best to find a medicine that would give me a sense of security, and Ah Porridge was my good medicine. The mark that cannot be established is my abyss, and the bite marks are my salvation. Ayan, I am not your medicine or salvation, but I would like to be the dodder flower in the entanglement.
Purpose: experience love