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His eyes were glazed over.  Without doubt a sure sign of the Soul protecting itself.  Weep, my lovely Angel, there is nothing to falter.  Advance to her.  Let her embrace you; hold your enticing face.  You shall cry together. 
Come...creep.  Observe their slumber.  But be sure not to invade their dreams.  Their innoscents frightens them.  For they have yet to be tainted by the wickedness of this place. 
The tears have been building inside her for quite some time.  She is ready to overflow....to explode.  She cries for no reason, or perhaps because of the sadness or confusion, overjoy, fear...who knows. 
Alas,it is the beauty that surrounds her.  It is so beautiful, it hurts.
...This is my Violent Tranquility©