Tell me, if I were to tell you about the story of a self-satisfied little fool, puffed up with self-importance; as if clever words and empty charm could ever make him anything more than a footnote in a history that will forget him, would you assume it to be about @monsters-fear-me or @therealbladedancer?
How about a hint?
They collect meaningless trinkets, they fill the air with the sound of their own voices—so certain that their existence means something. That they matter. No matter they have just a legacy built on brittle bones and stolen time.
Did the pieces fall into place now? No? Understandable, as this patheticness seems prevalent in both. Birds of a feather, truly.
Perhaps the answer is clearer now, perhaps not. I am not here to ease your confusion. I only seek to remind you of this: some people—no matter how much they believe otherwise—are simply not destined for greatness. And these two... these two are perfect examples.
The story of a self-satisfied fool is one that repeats itself endlessly. And in their delusion, they may never notice how irrelevant they’ve become.
