Oct 3, 2025
I am once again not dead yet
Much to the dismay of the gods, I continue to persist
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I am once again not dead yet
Much to the dismay of the gods, I continue to persist
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I have not been awake and active for months and I return from the grave once more, as I am want to do, only to rediscover that I know absolutely nothing about this space I have cultivated for myself
It's not cultivation anymore, the garden is dead and rotting and I am standing in the wasteland of something that was once alive in bloom
I appear out of the void after being missing for months
I reblog things that male little to no sense whatsoever
I disappear back into the void for months
I HAVE AWOKEN FROM THE VOID ONCE MORE
From the door I behold, the rainbow beneath my wings
Hello
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The ticking clock is calling my name again
Its strange, for the purpose of it is useless it broke long ago before I had a name to show and now it calls me
It knows
It knows what I have done and who I moulded myself into to better fit the world I left behind and the world I would come into and it makes me wonder
How does it know the name of a creature that does not have one
Look
Its The Mother
There is a different kind of agony in being alone when you know someone out there is calling for you. It's a different kind of agony when you can hear them through the door and yet, it's locked
Why is it locked
It's never been locked before. The doors have always opened for you, hell, you forced them open yourself. You cut through, you made that door bend to your will well enough that it bowed and granted the way for you
So why is this door locked?
There is a different kind of agony in the perfect destruction behind you, and you can still hear them through the door
Open.