[ E R R O+ R 2 7 5 7 6 1 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] As in life, in death he is an inferno+. She had to+ld me that, o+nce. That his fire wo+uld o+utlive his sho+rt wick. Cruel iro+ny fro+m so+meo+ne I had tho+ught o+f as a friend. This night is an eternity. I do+n't believe it will ever end. I canno+t fatho+m what will happen fro+m here. Perhaps I do+ no+t care. My vessel may still be here, but that sacred piece o+f my pusher has been irreparably shattered. I feel deeply sick, watching his flesh char and his blo+o+d bo+il. I canno+t lo+o+k away. I have no+ right to+. Bile crawls up my swallo+wpipe. I do+n't think I will ever fo+rget this scent. In his yo+uth, I tried to+ keep him to+ myself. I was selfish. I did no+t want to+ share his delicate flame, to+o+ afraid o+f it being snuffed o+ut. I wo+uld gladly put my life o+n the line fo+r his, night after night after night, but I was to+o+ selfish to+ allo+w him the freedo+m to+ cho+se his o+wn danger. The inevitability o+f this cho+kes me. There is no+ winning when fate has cast its lo+t against yo+u. The o+nly thing that remains o+f him are the iro+ns they used to+ to+rture him. We canno+t gather his ashes. He do+es no+t get his last rites. He is no+w so+mething that travels o+n the winds. Perhaps this is the first time he is truly free. We lo+ved him greatly. #easter2026 #viado+lo+ro+sa