𝑻ragedy.
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✦ ⠀◟ ყou'll change your name, or change your mind.
𝙰nd leave this fucked up place behind─ִ ,
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✦ ⠀◟ ყou'll change your name, or change your mind.
𝙰nd leave this fucked up place behind─ִ ,
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He can't move himself, almost as if hes. . Frozen.
He can't bring himself to go forward again.
He can't bring himself to go forward again.
October 27, 2025 at 6:23 PM
He can't move himself, almost as if hes. . Frozen.
He can't bring himself to go forward again.
He can't bring himself to go forward again.
Piles of things filling his head, just at the sight of it.
His fists clench, what was happening? Were these. . his own memories?
Was there a time before the empty darkness of tragedy?
It almost felt overwhelming.
He says nothing, he does nothing-
His fists clench, what was happening? Were these. . his own memories?
Was there a time before the empty darkness of tragedy?
It almost felt overwhelming.
He says nothing, he does nothing-
October 27, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Piles of things filling his head, just at the sight of it.
His fists clench, what was happening? Were these. . his own memories?
Was there a time before the empty darkness of tragedy?
It almost felt overwhelming.
He says nothing, he does nothing-
His fists clench, what was happening? Were these. . his own memories?
Was there a time before the empty darkness of tragedy?
It almost felt overwhelming.
He says nothing, he does nothing-
𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘕.
his head, once empty now filled with emotions and. . What could only be memories.
He takes steps back, away from the person who'd emerged from the stone- the black tar on his face seeming to drink faster, small drops landing on the ground.
his head, once empty now filled with emotions and. . What could only be memories.
He takes steps back, away from the person who'd emerged from the stone- the black tar on his face seeming to drink faster, small drops landing on the ground.
October 27, 2025 at 6:23 PM
𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘕.
his head, once empty now filled with emotions and. . What could only be memories.
He takes steps back, away from the person who'd emerged from the stone- the black tar on his face seeming to drink faster, small drops landing on the ground.
his head, once empty now filled with emotions and. . What could only be memories.
He takes steps back, away from the person who'd emerged from the stone- the black tar on his face seeming to drink faster, small drops landing on the ground.
His steps echo the halls.
The sword, the crown- the pulsate with the need to be placed on this. . lifeless thing.
His arm lifts, and he can't place why he does it.
He struggles, though. He makes no sound, but. . He can't lift the sword-
The sword, the crown- the pulsate with the need to be placed on this. . lifeless thing.
His arm lifts, and he can't place why he does it.
He struggles, though. He makes no sound, but. . He can't lift the sword-
October 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
His steps echo the halls.
The sword, the crown- the pulsate with the need to be placed on this. . lifeless thing.
His arm lifts, and he can't place why he does it.
He struggles, though. He makes no sound, but. . He can't lift the sword-
The sword, the crown- the pulsate with the need to be placed on this. . lifeless thing.
His arm lifts, and he can't place why he does it.
He struggles, though. He makes no sound, but. . He can't lift the sword-
Who was this. . Why did the mere sight of this. . Person trigger such a reaction from 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺.
His attention is stolen for a moment, down to the sword in his hand.
His eyes glancing up to the statue again, to it's empty hands.
Despite the growing pain, the boy moves forward.
His attention is stolen for a moment, down to the sword in his hand.
His eyes glancing up to the statue again, to it's empty hands.
Despite the growing pain, the boy moves forward.
October 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Who was this. . Why did the mere sight of this. . Person trigger such a reaction from 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺.
His attention is stolen for a moment, down to the sword in his hand.
His eyes glancing up to the statue again, to it's empty hands.
Despite the growing pain, the boy moves forward.
His attention is stolen for a moment, down to the sword in his hand.
His eyes glancing up to the statue again, to it's empty hands.
Despite the growing pain, the boy moves forward.
The boy stares.
Empty face of tragedy gazes at the statue.
Something that could only be described as pain tears through his chest- a pained noise leaves him.
That face. . it tears it's way through his usually empty mind.
Empty face of tragedy gazes at the statue.
Something that could only be described as pain tears through his chest- a pained noise leaves him.
That face. . it tears it's way through his usually empty mind.
October 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
The boy stares.
Empty face of tragedy gazes at the statue.
Something that could only be described as pain tears through his chest- a pained noise leaves him.
That face. . it tears it's way through his usually empty mind.
Empty face of tragedy gazes at the statue.
Something that could only be described as pain tears through his chest- a pained noise leaves him.
That face. . it tears it's way through his usually empty mind.
The statue they come upon was no different.
A shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
. . He pauses, seeing it's face.
A shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
. . He pauses, seeing it's face.
October 26, 2025 at 6:44 PM
The statue they come upon was no different.
A shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
. . He pauses, seeing it's face.
A shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
. . He pauses, seeing it's face.
The place wasn't familiar, not in picture memory- maybe a description. .
Something spoken from. . Someone, someone important?. .
The more the boy tried to reach of the memories, the farther they slip away.
Faces, places, things that seem of great importance just. . . gone.
Something spoken from. . Someone, someone important?. .
The more the boy tried to reach of the memories, the farther they slip away.
Faces, places, things that seem of great importance just. . . gone.
October 26, 2025 at 6:44 PM
The place wasn't familiar, not in picture memory- maybe a description. .
Something spoken from. . Someone, someone important?. .
The more the boy tried to reach of the memories, the farther they slip away.
Faces, places, things that seem of great importance just. . . gone.
Something spoken from. . Someone, someone important?. .
The more the boy tried to reach of the memories, the farther they slip away.
Faces, places, things that seem of great importance just. . . gone.
The castle that once stood tall with brilliance, now a discarded ruin. No place for a king.
The two walk the halls, following the items that the carry dear to their hearts. . Or, at least one of them.
Following the call, not yet knowing who- or what was calling them.
The two walk the halls, following the items that the carry dear to their hearts. . Or, at least one of them.
Following the call, not yet knowing who- or what was calling them.
October 26, 2025 at 6:44 PM
The castle that once stood tall with brilliance, now a discarded ruin. No place for a king.
The two walk the halls, following the items that the carry dear to their hearts. . Or, at least one of them.
Following the call, not yet knowing who- or what was calling them.
The two walk the halls, following the items that the carry dear to their hearts. . Or, at least one of them.
Following the call, not yet knowing who- or what was calling them.
NO YEAH LITERALLY I CAN'T WAIT TO START MORE STUFF. . .
October 26, 2025 at 4:37 AM
NO YEAH LITERALLY I CAN'T WAIT TO START MORE STUFF. . .
His voice. .
It's comes out distorted, sounding as if he's underwater.
It's comes out distorted, sounding as if he's underwater.
October 26, 2025 at 4:34 AM
His voice. .
It's comes out distorted, sounding as if he's underwater.
It's comes out distorted, sounding as if he's underwater.
The boy stares for a long moment, before pausing.
Hes quiet, seeming to tilt his head gently. .
he slowly lifts his head after awhile, looking back to the wind.
The one that follows him.
He just. . Stands there, for a long- kind of awkward moment-
. .
,, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬.,,
Hes quiet, seeming to tilt his head gently. .
he slowly lifts his head after awhile, looking back to the wind.
The one that follows him.
He just. . Stands there, for a long- kind of awkward moment-
. .
,, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬.,,
October 26, 2025 at 4:34 AM
The boy stares for a long moment, before pausing.
Hes quiet, seeming to tilt his head gently. .
he slowly lifts his head after awhile, looking back to the wind.
The one that follows him.
He just. . Stands there, for a long- kind of awkward moment-
. .
,, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬.,,
Hes quiet, seeming to tilt his head gently. .
he slowly lifts his head after awhile, looking back to the wind.
The one that follows him.
He just. . Stands there, for a long- kind of awkward moment-
. .
,, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬.,,
Poor boy.
Cursed to carry the burden of tragedy.
Cursed to carry the burden of tragedy.
October 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Poor boy.
Cursed to carry the burden of tragedy.
Cursed to carry the burden of tragedy.
The very course he walks changs.
The sword he carries, dragged along the floor- suddenly glowing to life, the crown that doesn't fit his head does the same.
He doesn't react to the way the sword pulses. . As if it wants him to walk a different way.
He only follows.
The sword he carries, dragged along the floor- suddenly glowing to life, the crown that doesn't fit his head does the same.
He doesn't react to the way the sword pulses. . As if it wants him to walk a different way.
He only follows.
October 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM
The very course he walks changs.
The sword he carries, dragged along the floor- suddenly glowing to life, the crown that doesn't fit his head does the same.
He doesn't react to the way the sword pulses. . As if it wants him to walk a different way.
He only follows.
The sword he carries, dragged along the floor- suddenly glowing to life, the crown that doesn't fit his head does the same.
He doesn't react to the way the sword pulses. . As if it wants him to walk a different way.
He only follows.
Dark, darker, yet darker.
The boy travels aimlessly still, the black tar that plagues the earth travels along with him.
He doesn't know why he travels, nor does he think on it- he can't.
He only moves because that's all he knows.
Despite this. . Something changes.
The boy travels aimlessly still, the black tar that plagues the earth travels along with him.
He doesn't know why he travels, nor does he think on it- he can't.
He only moves because that's all he knows.
Despite this. . Something changes.
October 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Dark, darker, yet darker.
The boy travels aimlessly still, the black tar that plagues the earth travels along with him.
He doesn't know why he travels, nor does he think on it- he can't.
He only moves because that's all he knows.
Despite this. . Something changes.
The boy travels aimlessly still, the black tar that plagues the earth travels along with him.
He doesn't know why he travels, nor does he think on it- he can't.
He only moves because that's all he knows.
Despite this. . Something changes.