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I am your Fool.

Your cloud-cloth veil cannot hide your face,

your stratuswool gown cannot obscure your radiance.

They only give you an aura, a halo.

transforming luminance to holiness.

I am drab and gray to compare:

fleece on my back and grass beneath,

No light nor luminosity even laid bare.

I am unworthy to even meet your eyes.

Yet, when our gazes meet:

Challenger 27 - 4/5/2023

“This doesn’t make sense. Why would he risk a video call?” Travis asked. “Even to try it out for a friend. Something is very wrong here.”

Agreement. He must be planning something, and didn’t want you reading his mind.

“That could be it,” Travis said, running a hand through his hair to make the beads in it click together. “I have a bad feeling that the plan is going to screw us over somehow. He wanted to see us specifically. Like he was gloating.”

We need to get out of here.

Travis nodded and made his way to the cockpit, pressing a button to unteather the hovercraft. They didn’t really need it if it was a choice between it and whatever backhanded thing Harry had planned for them. 

Travis got the engines going again, ready to take off, when a light flashed on the radio. Asphodel turned the radio on and, blasting on all frequencies came Harry’s voice. 

“Well, well, well, Travis and Asphodel. You’ve hidden quite well under Flo’s wings all these years, but there is a lot of money to be made when you have just the right information, for just the right buyer.”

Asphodel looked up out the window, and the tell tale ripples of color and light in the air, something only she could see, marking invisible ships approaching from all sides. 

“TRAVIS! FLY!” she shrieked as the Holo ships became visible, and open fired on the Marauder. 

Challenger 27: @my-cursed-prince

Banksy, “Keep It Real,” 2003,

Spray paint and Emulsion on canvas 12 x 12 in. (30.5 x 30.5 cm.)

I’ve created so many versions of myself

I don’t even know who I am anymore

I’ve smiled and pretended for so long

I’m not sure I still have a heart

But you could break it, if you wanna

You could have it, if I let it

There’s so much these lonely nights have taught me

When I shut my ears and lost my faith

My soul wanders for answers

But the only question I see is your face

I count my sins, so many no confession could ever erase

But darling, if heaven is somewhere with you

I’ll pray

I’m glad I don’t have my father’s eyes

For you might see through them

No afterlife, I don’t believe in fate

But, if I ever wander this world again