Blessed be.
Velumbound.
This transmission is a visceral, dark romantic exploration of love viewed not as a gentle romance, but as a destructive, chaotic, and ultimately essential cosmic force.
The speaker contrasts the agony of emotional vulnerability with the hollow alternative of a safe, passionless existence.
The transmission rejects conventional, idealised views of romance.
Instead, it frames love as an agonising form of martyrdom.
It compares love to Língchí (the ancient Chinese method of execution by a thousand cuts) and the brutal impalements of Vlad the Impaler.
The "crimson landscape of bleeding emotions" emphasises that loving someone requires total, painful vulnerability.
True desire is described as a "juggernaut" that systematically dismantles "our inner towers of morality and sense of worth."
It brings biblical-scale destruction to a person's inner stability, drawing comparisons to Sodom and Gomorrah.
It uses a heavy saturation of historical, mythological, and religious imagery to elevate the stakes of human romance to an epic, universal scale:
The Chimaera and Pandora:
These Greek mythological references paint love and desire as beautiful illusions that harbour chaos and destruction, yet remain irresistible to the human soul.
The Basilisk:
In folklore, the Basilisk is a mythical reptile that kills with a single glance.
In the transmission, love acts like this creature.
It "swallows us whole," demanding absolute surrender.
The Archdeacon:
The introduction of a religious congregation praying at the "boundary edge" suggests that passion is a religion in itself, complete with its own nightly rituals and devotionals.
The transmission thrives on a stark paradox: love is lethal, yet it is the only thing that makes life worth living.
The Ultimate Rush:
Despite the "blood-stained crosses," the speaker notes that this chaos is the "ultimate rush for any soul."
Earth is framed as a playground designed precisely for these mind-blowing "vices and crushes."
The Alternative (The "Cold Kiss"):
The ending shifts to a chilling reflection on death.
The speaker warns that missing out on the devastating intensity of love is the ultimate tragedy.
When life ends, and you receive death's "cold kiss," the only thing you will truly regret missing is that consuming, "exotic perfume" of passion.
(A lone voice whispers)
In my endless quests
Of Argentine Tango's
Until my inevitable death
Love to me
Was like a Língchí
A slow death of a thousand cuts
A crimson landscape
Of bleeding emotions
With
What Ifs and Buts
Crucified like Vlad the Impaler's foes
On blood-stained crosses
Of
Who Knows
For true Desire is a fire
Of such imaginable power
It pulls down
Our inner towers,
Of morality and sense of worth
Like a juggernaut
From Sodom and Gomorrah
But as Ancient Books
Say
Living with that chimaera
That Pandora
Is the ultimate rush
For any soul
And Earth is the ultimate
Playground
Awashed with
Vices and crushes
Of all known
And unknown kinds
To blow anyone's mind
It's why in here
To our Arch Deacon
We all gather here
At the boundary edge
To pray nightly
To be returned
One day
To that strange but so exotic perfume
To once more
Stand naked
In any room
As love in any form
Swallows us
Whole
Like the mighty Basilisk
For that my dearest
Reader
Is the only form of
Living you'll ever miss
When you're too close
Your eyes forever
Like me
And countless others
And awake
On the other side
Of living
Cold kiss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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