Ming

The exalted god sat enthroned upon his altar. His ever-shining halo made everyone bow their heads, too afraid to look directly at him. The scorching heat was enough to turn any bold mortal who drew near to ash. No one could pull him down from his altar.

Unless he climbed down himself.

A narcissistic romance, very narcissistic. A bad ending, very bad. Stream of consciousness, extremely stream of consciousness, to the point that I can't even understand what I was thinking back then. I use JJ as a backup cloud drive, and cleaning this up has made my computer so much tidier.

Theme: Love and peace.