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Desire’s death is a spectacle. Its realm burns; the fire starts in the heart of the palace formed after itself and spreads outwards up the arms and down the legs until every inch is burning.
Death visits somewhere in the middle of it all. She walks through rubble and flames unscathed, arriving in the center to take her sibling’s hand. The fire does not stop when she leaves. Desire would not want its death to be that boring.
Instead, it burns and burns and burns until there’s nothing but ash and a blank slate for the new Desire to shape.