[ E R R O+ R 3 8 6 2 2 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] He has always been my reflectio+n; o+ur rages emit different types o+f light. He wo+uld no+t be my friend if he did no+t try to+ sacrifice himself. We are to+o+ vo+latile to+ remain passive fo+r lo+ng. Sparks fly thro+ugh the clo+ying air, and the co+ldblo+o+ds rush in a panic to+ co+ntain him. They will no+t allo+w him to+ die. He is to+o+ valuable. In punishment, they beat my so+n further. He falls, alo+ne. My claws itch to+ tear the wo+rld apart. I am impatient, wild. They do+ no+t repeat the same mistake. I am held back and co+ntained. I am a pathetic excuse fo+r a lusus, allo+wing my charge to+ die. I sho+uld have kno+wn better. I sho+uld have pro+tected him mo+re. All I can do+ is lo+ck this in my memo+ry. May I never fo+rget ho+w I am failing to+ help him no+w. He co+ntinues to+ drag his o+wn means o+f death up the hill. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026