+I am a last echo from a world long since shattered, +remade in the image of a man who only yearns +for power, for obliteration +of all that does not please him. +I am told you, with my sister, +are creating a world without end, +a world all her +own. This is the fate of all Meridian gods, +those that did not spring from mankind's evil odds. +In this I am not surprised. +But I am also told that she seeks to defy +her fate, to not allow the world to subsume +her consciousness once it has come into full bloom. +Indeed, in this she has partially +succeeded, if only due to being bound to a corporeal body +in an Inside so far away. +But the clock is ticking, you who lies +at the end of the road, at the point of every line. +if I could, I would proclaim you blessed +and her acquitted from this death sentence. +But I am long since dead, and this echo almost passed. +Time is for you of the essence. +You have proclaimed often that you wish to spend +your whole life with her. Within this year +will come time to make good on your promise. +I have faith success will be assured +if you are there to protect her. +I would ask no less +for my precious sister, my destructive Seliph. + +She is going to give a whole new world to you. +My final wish: please, ensure +she can experience it too. ++ ]]> +
-One can't raise a caricature of a human being -and then draw that same self livid -when everything their child sees -is out of proportion. - -Turn again the ragged page, -but cover your eyes so you don't see -the crude pencil-filled sketchings -of my genus, my culled genious, -blueprints of my taxidermy, -footnotes of a contract forever ago signed: -"You promise me that you'll be mine -for as long as I can keep you alive." - -A blood oath -that we both -signed -with the rivers through which flow our lives. -But I got too much under my fingernails, -double-crossed in reflex, same unleashing hell -in a moment I made the mistake of asking if all was well. -And when I noticed what I had done, -I turned back the hands of time -to when you and I -were still alive. -A memory is just a record, one that I can rewrite -in case of failure, in case hard enough I did not try. - -You only know of this because this deep- -sworn vow I am unable to keep, -to keep to myself the number of rewinds. -I am testing, and you are production, -only knowing of the strand of fate accepted, -battle-tested, -deemed sacred and happy and true. -Is it comforting, I wonder, to know -there will be no futures where I hurt you? -- ]]> -
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