Leon Bronev
@leon-bronev.bsky.social
Scholar of archaeology. Father of two. || Azran Legacy spoilers.
...I do not belong here.
February 12, 2025 at 4:15 PM
...I do not belong here.
The dreams do not stop, even now. I wonder what I have done to merit this.
Rachel and little Theodore and Hershel aren't here anymore. The house is empty. Something seems very wrong.
Rachel and little Theodore and Hershel aren't here anymore. The house is empty. Something seems very wrong.
I had the most terrible dreams last night... I wasn't myself at all.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
February 12, 2025 at 2:41 AM
The dreams do not stop, even now. I wonder what I have done to merit this.
Rachel and little Theodore and Hershel aren't here anymore. The house is empty. Something seems very wrong.
Rachel and little Theodore and Hershel aren't here anymore. The house is empty. Something seems very wrong.
I had the most terrible dreams last night... I wasn't myself at all.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
February 11, 2025 at 1:23 AM
I had the most terrible dreams last night... I wasn't myself at all.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
Never mind that. I want to spend time with my family.
(I glanced in the mirror today, taking off my lenses coloured by obsession and grief.
For the first time, I saw the imperfections in the reiterations. Cyclical destruction, fire fueled by ash. The snake to eat it's own end.
Humanity hidden beneath a cautionary tale against fixation on the past.)
For the first time, I saw the imperfections in the reiterations. Cyclical destruction, fire fueled by ash. The snake to eat it's own end.
Humanity hidden beneath a cautionary tale against fixation on the past.)
These glasses are useless. They do nothing to blot out the light.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
February 10, 2025 at 3:55 AM
(I glanced in the mirror today, taking off my lenses coloured by obsession and grief.
For the first time, I saw the imperfections in the reiterations. Cyclical destruction, fire fueled by ash. The snake to eat it's own end.
Humanity hidden beneath a cautionary tale against fixation on the past.)
For the first time, I saw the imperfections in the reiterations. Cyclical destruction, fire fueled by ash. The snake to eat it's own end.
Humanity hidden beneath a cautionary tale against fixation on the past.)
These glasses are useless. They do nothing to blot out the light.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
February 10, 2025 at 12:17 AM
These glasses are useless. They do nothing to blot out the light.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
Yet, there is reprieve. Darkness. A cold, empty cell.
The vision rehearses. In some instances, light returns, harsher. Freedom.
In others, I obscure, my life's work unrecoverable. Just as the Azran. The irony is not lost on me.
This is a cruel forgiveness, if any. It seems familiar.
I do not deserve it.
I do not deserve it.
February 9, 2025 at 11:42 PM
This is a cruel forgiveness, if any. It seems familiar.
I do not deserve it.
I do not deserve it.
"lol", as the children say.
@di-leonard-bloom.bsky.social YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN JAIL????
February 9, 2025 at 10:20 PM
"lol", as the children say.
I have been absent for only but a few days, and yet there have been... numerous developments. The lack of rest would near convince me my eyes are deceiving me.
It is far more plausible, however, that these are disrespectful, humourless "jokes."
It is far more plausible, however, that these are disrespectful, humourless "jokes."
February 9, 2025 at 1:10 AM
I have been absent for only but a few days, and yet there have been... numerous developments. The lack of rest would near convince me my eyes are deceiving me.
It is far more plausible, however, that these are disrespectful, humourless "jokes."
It is far more plausible, however, that these are disrespectful, humourless "jokes."
Many of Targent's most vehement detractors seem eager to discuss our work, despite their pathetic pleading that we keep away from them. Interesting.
February 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Many of Targent's most vehement detractors seem eager to discuss our work, despite their pathetic pleading that we keep away from them. Interesting.
I might be bisexual but I have to secure Azran ruins so I don't particularly care about that right now.
I am not gay, Swift.
February 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM
I might be bisexual but I have to secure Azran ruins so I don't particularly care about that right now.
I am not gay, Swift.
February 5, 2025 at 3:01 PM
I am not gay, Swift.
I'm not interested in quarreling with traitors, however foolish their reasons for defecting may be. Leaving Targent is not a choice, it is a failing and a weakness.
Though you should be warned to watch your tongue very carefully.
Though you should be warned to watch your tongue very carefully.
⋆°•☁︎⋆ I was just inform that my form employer has joined Bluesky. Please do not let him I am on this platform. I’m proud to be freed from Targent. I escaped for a reason. I’m done with being another Targent employee.
February 4, 2025 at 11:55 PM
I'm not interested in quarreling with traitors, however foolish their reasons for defecting may be. Leaving Targent is not a choice, it is a failing and a weakness.
Though you should be warned to watch your tongue very carefully.
Though you should be warned to watch your tongue very carefully.
Losing my wife was worse than ten 9/11s.
...I miss Rachel. I'll be back. Need to punch something.
...I miss Rachel. I'll be back. Need to punch something.
February 4, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Losing my wife was worse than ten 9/11s.
...I miss Rachel. I'll be back. Need to punch something.
...I miss Rachel. I'll be back. Need to punch something.
February 4, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Anyway, Emmeline suggested social media outreach to garner new recruits. Certainly this may work, or I may have to resort to having Swift hit the griddy on Tiktok.
February 3, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Anyway, Emmeline suggested social media outreach to garner new recruits. Certainly this may work, or I may have to resort to having Swift hit the griddy on Tiktok.
Evening, #professorlayton sky. Blue skies make for the perfect weather for a day of world domination.
February 3, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Evening, #professorlayton sky. Blue skies make for the perfect weather for a day of world domination.