Rosalyn confides in Nova about her struggles following a heinous crime and confesses a shameful secret about the night before it happened.

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Chapter 1. Dead Moon

Hey, what's up? My name's Korcid. I want to thank you in advance for taking time out of your day to experience my project. This is the poem that inspired the whole album, and I just want to share the message I have for God. So, without any further ado, let's get into it.

I fear no man, deity, or any form of incarceration. The only things I fear are the memories I drink to escape from. So fuck love with everything wrapped up in it

I'd much rather sell my soul to get rich than die lonely naked. Before I ever considered the thought, you only noticed my image, not my personality nor my spirit of winning. I've crossed many roads and obstacles for those I've claimed as my own, and I regret that shit as the days go on. Regardless, if you're my mom, spouse, or son, caring or being nice got me nowhere in life, and I'd much rather hang those thoughts up in the rain to dry. I've earned every scar, even the nine burn marks I left on my right arm, as a reminder.

To choose myself for once when it gets dark
You know, I always thought being sober was easier. Turns out I just missed the poisonous liquid after quitting, thoug. It left me full of anxiety, and I can't stop shaking.

Thank God for the bottle of misplacement
Reminiscing life is like a fixed game, I self-sabotage, causing myself nothing but anger and pain. Maybe it's just the thrill or the way I look when I hold a knife, fuck man.

Maybe it's the dedication I put into every thought on how I want to die. Because let's face it, I'm the only one that ever gave a fuck about my life. You know, maybe when the truth comes, I'll finally know the reasons why.
I never once attempted to live my life.

I still haven't even acknowledged one fucking accomplishment. You know, thinking about it, I was probably stumbling drunk when I took my first step. If you can't understand or comprehend the dark side of my mind, then I don't want you to ever applaud for me when I finally get a grip on life.

So stay on that sinking ship don't switch up, because all in all, my response will be to eat a dick. So fuck the free world and everybody in it.

Diary of an Alcoholic

Diary Entry

Rosalyn writes Nova from New York City where she has decided to move without so much as a plan or a place to stay. All she knows is where she needs to be the next morning.

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Chapter 5. Two Lions

Rosalyn explores the reasons behind her newfound interest in Asher. Despite her new distractions, Rosalyn’s thoughts return to Detective Singer and she wonders where things stand with the investigation.

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Chapter 8. The Laws Of Physics

In Asher’s company, Rosalyn’s dreams grow more vivid and disturbing. Could she somehow have access to details that not even Detective Singer could possibly know?

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Chapter 11. Everything You Need to Know

Trapped between her dream world and reality, Rosalyn begins to distance herself from Asher. One night she wanders New York City and accidentally falls asleep on a bench. When she awakes she is one step closer.

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Chapter 13. The Removable Leg

Rosalyn hatches a far-fetched plan to find out if her hypothesis is true, but in order to pull it off, she’ll need help from someone she can trust.

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Chapter 15. Poacher's Prize

Rosalyn makes a trip to a secluded compound deep in the woods of New Jersey in search of reconnaissance. But just as quickly as things have come together, they seem to be falling apart with a discovery that changes everything.

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Chapter 16. Another Nova

In a moment of clarity, Rosalyn comes to terms with what she knows she must do, even when it’s the most terrifying outcome she could imagine.

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Chapter 17. Battlecry

يوحلو فيها الصّغار

بيني و بينك فكرة ..
تصويرة  مالصّغرة..
مغامرة مجنونة ، تجربة ، صحيح فشلت أما بقات عبرة
بيني و بينك كلمة 
دقة غريبة في القلب 
قالو إسمها حب
بيني و بينك دمعة ع الي مات  
على بلاد تتعذب بالسكات
برشة حكايات
مازلت ما حكيتهُمليش 
أما أنا ما نخبّيش
قلمي ما خلّانيش
نكتِم حكاياتنا 
إشكِل معايا الحروف على كيف المعنى
وتلفّت خلّينا نتفرّجو في حِدْبِتنا
لُومْني كي نلومك
حِبْ معايا روحك
من أوّل و جديد
وعلّي الصّوت في بلاصة السْكوت

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