Despair, Desire's sister and twin, is queen of her own bleak bourne. It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each windows looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Something you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.
Her skin is cold, and clammy; her eyes are the colour of the sky, on the grey, wet days that leach the world of colour and meaning: her voice is little more than a whisper, and while she has no odour, her shadow smells musky, and pungent, like the skin of a snake.
Many years gone, a sect in what is now Afghanistan declared her a goddess, and proclaimed that all empty rooms are her sacred places. The sect, whose members called themselves The Unforgiven, persisted for two years, until it's last adherent finally killed himself, having survived the other members by almost seven months.
Despair says little, and is patient.
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Text and Images from Season of Mists, © 1990,91 DC Comics Inc, written by Neil Gaiman.
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