// Output open thread; [Redacted] • System.out.pt.5("Merit");

[SAYØNARALULLABY]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　( Define merit: [sup]Noun[/sup] The quality of being particularly good or worthy, especially so as to deserve praise or reward. )

　　　There was violence in silence.

　　　The moment the lioness caught the solar crown and swallowed it whole, many roses wilted, and very few died at the end. / It was Hell clashing Hell. / A tragic story formed with red wine and bone ashes.

　　　Sola. / Sola. / Sola. / Do you not know both Gods and Mortals can weep and bleed? Carve our flesh, shatter our bones, bite our organs, and there, flaws appears. / They can hide well, but they still makes us breathe.

　　　Charon. / Charon. / Charon. / Do you not know lightning against lightning will only cause more damage? / The beast is already thunderstorms and hurricanes. / You are just a wind who wants to be heard.

　　　Jiyu. / Jiyu. / Jiyu. / Do you not know even with white blood and red blood can still make one fall? / Protector of the red roses and iron crafted teeth, what you will give birth to can be the one who will give you your death.

　　　Prestige. / Prestige. / Prestige. / Oh, cloud child, flower boy, with a brain trapped in a ribcage, what was it like to drown in dark honey and spoiled milk?

　　　One, two, there, there, the star child is sitting by a dirt near where wailing ghouls and laughing skeletons sleeps. / His mouth have a white rose, but how strange it feels full from the sweet sorrow and red guilt regardless.

　　　Before Ayon, there is a small writing what only reads Prestige; messy and lazy, but he wanted the ground carved for the deceased feline from his own claws. / So, he tried writing just as Prestige tried saving Sola—his mom.

　　　Tried. / Tried. / Tried.

　　　( Life was tired of the former Advisor, anyway. )

　　　Breathing low from broken system, unease running high through gold and silver veins, Ayon gently places the flower above the writing. / He stares at it, expression void of emotions.

　　　Tales of the former Advisor was told many times from his mother; mainly, Ayon was given an idea Prestige had soft and sweet flesh, but despite his throat was filled with petals and thorns, he had iron heart as he breathed stars; constantly burning dreams and desires.

　　　Ayon finds inspiration from his broken bones; how he wishes to be the protector and die knowing he can at least save a day. / ( But that is a thing: no matter what, he may never get to know it himself, as he would only have to grasp faith if the sun still rises in the end. )

　　　He takes a step closer to the plant and pulls his foreleg forward. / He hesitates, but, in the end, a gratitude is given under a whisper, and one paw unsheathe tiny claws before it slices across fragile flesh. / Then, he watches the rose drown in his blood.

　　　White evolving into red. / Innocence fading to corruption.

　　　A star wails and dies within Ayon, and numbness starts to takes over him. / He shakes, he aches, but he must stand. / Must honor. / Despite it all, he must, he must, he must, hemusthemusthemusthediedsaving—

　　　❝ Goodbye. ❞