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He was a final puzzle piece in the wrong shape put in the wrong set - he simply did not fit in right in the world he was born into.

A boy who spoke the truth but suffered in silence.

A boy who grieved intensely, wrongly, and was looking for another way to make the pain of loss ache less. To make it bearable.

Too brilliant, some said. Too sensitive. Too strange.

But he knew where that road led.

When the Clave had offered Ty a sacred order, an honor, as they had called it, Brother Enoch had taken one look at the boy standing before him in the Silent City and told him, in no uncertain words, to leave if he knew what was good for him.

Ty had taken offense to that and left, still, with clenched fists.

Ty was young.

Ty had not seen the warning label for what it was: another funeral with no headstone.

He was Ty once.

Ke Wen Yu, the legend, the icon, the moment. Flower card for u my love!! ❣️