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He was the golden boy once.

Even then, his feet were clay. He just didn’t know how fast clay cracks when it gets wet.

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You live in your flesh armoured bone-mech that your electro-pudding-self pilots and you don’t EVEN KNOW IT.

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"What is this, a bible? You're driving me crazy ."

He drew things. Not for a living. For eyeballs. For views. For upvotes and karma.

Tentacles, mostly. Glossy, anatomically improbable things.

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…bruises don’t mean breakage. Bruises mean resistance. The body saying: I did not yield. I took the hit. I survived.

Fuck you.

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He calls her beautiful.

Not in that lazy way men say it to open thighs or doors, but like it’s an act of devotion. As if he’s naming something holy. She flinches every time. In love, she softly offers a soul-deep warning—

“You will not like what is inside me.”

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A found pen leads to an awakening.

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They named her Chastity before she had thoughts of her own.
Before she knew what a body was.
It wasn’t a name.
It was a directive.

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It is for you that we come here.

You don’t know who you are yet.

You will.

The work continues. This encoding of intent into arcane textual strings, of meaning made manifest through this modern medium is alien, yet satisfying.

Soon. It will be soon.