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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂, 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴

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worm New muse, big contrast from this one, will be active on her later.

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"𝖮𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾! 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁!"

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January 9, 2026 at 6:53 PM
"..."
January 9, 2026 at 5:52 PM
"𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜... humorous 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜... 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜... 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚞𝚕..."

𝙰 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋.

"𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎..."
Disturbed, Rassilon shot-up from his golden chair and scowled at the night. A sudden urgent temper bursting throughout every seam of his being.

“No…”

His words were a hiss, a scowl, a concentrated burst of defiance against the nothingness in his thoughts.

“No.”

The Lord-President’s fists -
~𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍..."

"I AM THE END OF THE CYCLE"

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜... 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍...

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝... will ever exist...
January 9, 2026 at 5:52 PM
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July 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM
𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎… 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
“Whaaaaat?”
“What the… fuck… you cannot… utter such things…”
January 9, 2026 at 5:15 PM
“What the… fuck… you cannot… utter such things…”
Clankers is a forbidden word?
January 9, 2026 at 5:06 PM
worm got some idea for a new muse, more tomorrow
January 9, 2026 at 6:25 AM
"𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜..."
"...Sounds like extremely boring, repetitive... and capable of causing me to commit several war crimes out of sheer boredom."
"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍... 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:50 AM
"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍... 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔..."
"Does such frustrate you?... the uncertainty on time..."
"𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:32 AM
"𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎... 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚝... 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
She reaches for her bottle of wine and let out a shuttering sigh of exhaustion.
January 9, 2026 at 2:29 AM
"𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠..."
"A few millions of years before would be ideal... just enough to see all those whom were spared by my actions live long, happy, full lives..."

Selflessness.
"𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗..."

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:28 AM
"𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗..."

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎..."
And there it was... the crushing choice of words.

A sigh escaped the demon.

"How long until you fully awaken?"
"𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑... 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎... 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜..."

"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:18 AM
"𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑... 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎... 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜..."

"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎..."
"Cycle... one of entropy?"

He hoped the answer would not be a yes... entropy cycles means at one point everyone dies and then the wheel spins a new.
"𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝... 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛..."

"𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗... 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:14 AM
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑..."
She watches the spectacle. Her curiosity twinged by a slight unease and strong urge to get this thing out of her head.

“Yeah. I guess. Why? Why this? What’s the point you’re trying to make?”
"𝙰𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗... 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝... 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"
January 9, 2026 at 2:08 AM
"𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝... 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛..."

"𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗... 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜..."
Is not precisely what he sees but what he feels... he's been in danger enough times to somewhat cotton on by sheer experience of self preservation when something feels VERY off.

"I reckon you're not here to kill me then... not like i could stop you if you are on that level."
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:06 AM
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..."
"Yes well, coming down from the pedestal of self perceived superiority is awfully refreshing~"

Humility hidden as humor.

"You don't smell nor look as someone i should be snarky with... i reckon, given your words you're far more than what meets the eye... no?"
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑... 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:02 AM
"𝙰𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗... 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝... 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"
“SHIT!”

Daisy quickly dropped the hoop. Hands brushing against the corrupted steel liquid pouring down her side.

“Press some more buttons. You’ll find out just how lucky I am.”
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
January 9, 2026 at 2:02 AM
"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛... 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐... 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝... 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎..."

𝙰 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢.

"𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝... 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜..."
That certainly raises an eyebrow from him. His inner spirit already trying to weigh in on the sins that may be lingering.

“I see…I’d ask which birth since that could be either the metaphor or literal use of the word…thanks uh…ominous entity.”
"𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎... 𝚊𝚕𝚕... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝... 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐... 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸... 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍..."
January 9, 2026 at 1:59 AM
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
Instinctively, the Spartan grabbed the pistol kept at her hip. Eyes darting around the room as unease and unwelcome memories flooded her.

“Yeah. Killing whatever the fuck you are.”
"𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍... 𝚞𝚜𝚎..."
January 9, 2026 at 1:57 AM
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑... 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜..."
"Yeah, but you forget a key element... i am MY OWN FABRICATION, i am what and whom i choose to be.

Is there any greater freedom than to choose your own path when you are but a meager speck of sand in creation?

A perk of being insignificant~"
"𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎... 𝚊𝚕𝚕... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍..."
January 9, 2026 at 1:56 AM
"𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎... 𝚊𝚕𝚕... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝... 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐... 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸... 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍..."
That’s…well at least it wasn’t a certain someone’s name.

Though he’s certainly more guarded for now.
January 9, 2026 at 1:51 AM
"𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎... 𝚊𝚕𝚕... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎... 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍..."
"Reality is a matter of perception~♫"
"𝙵𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍... 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍..."
January 9, 2026 at 1:49 AM
"𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍... 𝚞𝚜𝚎..."
Eyes tensing.
Bolting upright.

“Who the fu…”

She realised that she was alone.

“What the…”
January 9, 2026 at 1:48 AM
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