There's been no end to the ironies of this world.

⟪ now her smile seems more free, perhaps aided by the drink that does have an effect on her –– she has not fully caught onto it yet, but as she is no longer immune to most poisons, alcohol changes her blood as it does for everyone else. ⟫

There are two things which define my world – God and the Great Other aside. ⟪ the fact that she has to mention it is tell-tale for how little of an 'aside' it is. ⟫ Gold, which merely exist in hypothesis here. And blood, as it defines your birth. Whatever brought us here has no regard for either.