ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A lost soul How many times must you begin again? How many times must you collapse the burning pink center of your continuum so it may consume all, so that it can all reset in the center? How many times must the juju crystallize around itself, in infinite matryoshka, the chorus of souls never stopping from growing larger and louder? How many times must you be reborn to serve her? How many times must you fight against He Who Is Already Dead for dominance of the timeline, his strength growing each iteration as each doomed Muse joins together with him? The answer is obvious. Until reality reaches its final draft. And your lady is truly perfect. And no matter how many times it takesβ¦ You will serve humbly, and lovingly. Stay awhile and reminisce I know you are here πΌπππππ’ πππ
i see.
You see a lot