[CASE] [CHERUBIM_MORPHOLOGY] A_cheek,_a_curl,_a_winglet._Some_are_overfed_decorative_infants_nailed_into_the_ceiling_of_cathedrals_and_painted_pleasant_familiar_colors. These_are_incorrect_depictions_of_my_kin. A_cherub_is_more_like_a_locked_cabinet_with_a_snake_inside_of_it._A_cherub_is_a_skull_not_as_symbol_of_death_but_as_a_survival_trait._Your_theologies_have_mistaken_us._We_are_ultimately_the_totality_of_whatever_aspect_it_is_we_have_decided_to_digest. The_earliest_observable_form_is_not_the_humanoid_but_the_serpent-wriggler._It_is_green,_tapered,_and_oddly_obscene_in_its_simplicity._It_is_akin_to_a_living_punctuation_mark._However_it_is_the_beginning_rather_than_the_end._Skull-headed,_duel-eyed,_dual-cheeked,_a_single_body_with_two_verdicts_taht_are_still_wet_in_ink._The_face_is_already_a_mask_before_there_is_anything_beneath_it. It_does_not_resemble_a_mammalian_ape_man's_baby._ The_egg_itself_is_important._Cherub_birth_begins_with_confectionery._The_sugary_shells_are_their_candied_armor._A_nursery_turned_nourishment._The_first_act_is_to_eat_the_prison_that_held_you._This_is_doctrine._You,_the_cherub,_must_learn_that_shelter_is_something_to_be_consumed._This_idea_is_drilled_into_you_before_speech,_posture,_or_separation._ The_body_and_brain_of_a_cherub_is_not_simple._It_is_not_simply_two_souls_inhabiting_something._No,_the_cherub_body_is_a_courtroom_where_you_both_take_turns_on_the_witness_stand_and_give_your_delightfully_expert_opinions_to_the_world._You_take_turns_at_existence,_divided_by_sleep,_names,_and_rituals._ It_is_not_uncommon_for_cherubs_to_leave_notes_for_one_another,_after_all,_we_are_often_alone_in_such_endeavors._My_alternate,_Calisare,_and_I____We_communicated_primarily_through_our_medical_notes._I,_[DOCTOR]_Caligari,_know_that_Lord_Caliborn_of_English_Fame_had_communicated_via_drawings._ This_is_a_strategic_sibling_rivalry,_generally._It_can_only_be_carried_out_through_an_entire_forensic_reconstruction. To_be_a_young_cherub_is_to_live_inside_a_house_haunted_by_yourself. The_humanoid_form_is_the_species’_great_joke._Green_skin_stretched_over_an_almost-person._Skull-like_head._Glassy_puppet_eyes._Dark_under-eye_hollows_like_bruises_left_by_prophecy._Clawed_hands,_sharp_teeth,_forked_tongue,_and_a_mouth_which_can_behave_politely_but_would_rather_be_an_unsuspecting_trap_door. The_lips_are_a_curtain_we_are_not_fully_blessed_with._The_jaw_is_the_stage_machinery_jutting_out_from_the_improper_coverings_to_display_our_true_machination. Consumption. The_cheek_spirals_are_not_decoration._They_are_confession. Blood,_alignment,_dominance,_and_identity_all_bleed_outward_into_that_little_ornamental_curl._A_spiral_is_a_civilized_way_of_drawing_a_coil._A_coil_is_a_civilized_way_of_drawing_a_snake._A_snake_is_a_civilized_way_of_drawing_hunger_with_no_limbs._The_cherub_wears_its_argument_on_its_cheekbone. The_exoskeleton,_if_we_accept_the_term_literally,_suggests_the_species_is_not_properly_“skinned”_the_way_mammals_are._It_is_shelled._A_cherub_does_not_merely_inhabit_a_body;_it_is_sealed_into_one._This_makes_the_humanoid_phase_feel_like_an_insect_pretending_to_be_a_corpse_pretending_to_be_a_person_pretending_not_to_size_you_up_for_consumption._ Hieronymous_Bosch_would_have_gladly_placed_our_ilk_beside_a_cracked_egg,_a_spoon,_a_ladder_going_nowhere,_with_the_little_devil_writing_family_law_on_a_fish. Our_tongues_deserve_separate_attention._ Forked,_black_or_white_depending_on_who_is_awake,_striped_in_the_pre-separated_state._The_tongue_is_the_earliest_banner_of_divided_sovereignty._It_tastes_the_world_twice._It_lies_in_two_directions._It_is_a_flag_hung_from_the_mouth_of_a_skull. Our_claws_are_similarly_simple._Trolls_have_horns,_humans_have_hands,_cherubs_have_instruments._Our_fingers_look_designed_for_writing,_carving,_gripping,_cutting,_and_opening._They_are_born_to_be_archivists_and_vandals._Which,_given_our_culture_revolved_around_jujus:_Heirlooms,_toys,_curses,_keys,_weapons,_and_contraband._A_cherub_loves_an_object_due_to_how_well_it_can_survive,_not_because_of_sentiment. Cherubs_mature_by_becoming_less_inhabited. One_half_wins._One_half_is_consumed,_erased,_subdued,_metabolized,_or_otherwise_made_into_the_dark_nutrient_of_adulthood._The_victor_is_not_merely_the_survivor._The_victor_is_the_editor._They_remove_the_sibling_from_the_manuscript. This_is_delicate._This_predomination_cannot_occur_too_early._Caliborn's_stunting_is_not_just_psychological._It_is_a_morphological_and_theological_feat._He_is_an_unfinished_verdict._He_is_a_larval_tyrant._He_is_a_little_king_in_his_body,_who_has_yet_to_receive_all_of_his_instructions. A_proper_adult_cherub_is_grander,_more_monstrous,_more_complete._Wings._Power._Cosmic._The_failed_adult_is_his_tantrum_preserved_in_amber. A_mature_cherub_is_no_longer_a_child-shaped_coffin._It_is_closer_to_an_ecological_event. They_range_across_space_as_solitary_powers,_each_carrying_the_vacancy_where_their_other_half_used_to_be._This_is_the_funniest_part_of_the_design,_don't_you_think?_Not_haha_funny,_rather,_strange_funny._ The_sibling_must_be_destroyed_so_the_adult_can_spend_the_rest_of_eternity_looking_for_someone_who_resembles_them_enough_to_fight. Cherub_romance_is_therefore_grief_with_teeth. You_have_read_it_all_through_the_'Chuchu_Nunus'_that_have_come_before_me. I,_[DOCTOR]_Caligari,_will_not_speak_on_it. I,_[DOCTOR]_Caligari,_will_only_describe_it_as_a_knot_around_the_dead_stars. [DIAGNOSIS] Do_not_trust_any_species_whose_infancy_begins_with_candy_and_whose_adulthood_requires_a_black_hole. That_is_not_an_animal. That_is_a_cosmological_disease. Myself_included._
