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1 Memories flicker between visions as its presence moves across the lands forged with sandstone and hellfire, its system gently brushes against new teeth of what should be familiar to it, yet not at all.2 A second pass brings it a sight, a voice, a whole different world.3 In the passing sun and heated grains, Time and Nature sings to it a story, its story of how it was born overwhelmed and trapped, raised with fairytales and tragedies; breathing as a malison.4 They are still singing, only more terribly and painfully the longer it remains on this lonely path to the Hell crafted place.5 Each twisted note reminds it the death dusts that are filled in veins, mind lost in seas of wonders: Mother died, Father absent, but somehow, the stars shone upon it nevertheless.6
Please leave me al̵ơne͝.7
A wanderer’s heart it have, never really settling itself down for much longer, ever moving as the world spins and spins and spins.8 Though, in moonlight dreams, something would often call it from the dessert that it so walks on now. Something new. Something different.9 Whatever it may be, it is interested. So, there, it is standing by what it thinks is a border.10 Scents of different sources intertwined with each other, an unorganized piece of reality present.11 It bares its teeth and shakes, trying to keep its shapeshift under control for this constant shifting unshaped vessel can not exist to the soft eyes and minds and souls.12
The power only screams at us.13
A growl tears through atmosphere, sharp gazes analyze its surrounding for anyone nearby. Dead or alive.14 A thought spills over mind that those who are afraid of creatures living under their beds will have to tolerate its existence.15 This is what happens when monsters exist, I think.16 Nevertheless, it only stands and stares at the grinning Unknown ahead of it. Though, it speaks of many voices layered over each other that cuts through reality, the Unknown shudders.17 “Glitchgenesis Darling,” calls out the ever shifting entity, its system twitches violently while many claws and tooth seeks for something. Its own world becomes louder as it waits. “Returning.”18
Blood Nile is calling out to you, telling you it is time for you to rest (̨̢͘?͞҉)̧.19
20 Through the echoes of its call, a small voice overcomes the madness and creeps into its ears.21 A brush unmatched by the harsh touches against the mind and it instantly glances down to see a kit with moon eyes and softest tissues.22 Something stretches across its mouth, causing the cheeks to burn before everything else of its system.23 To it, it is a smile, however, to all, there is just a gaping hole, a portal to the afterlife.24
It stares at the kit he calls himself Dreamkit, and somewhere in it, there is a hum.25 “Dreamm...mmkit,” drones on the massive being, watching him observe it under cool gaze.26 Innocence stained name glitches between terrible teeth, already corrupted from its presence.27 Although it pays little attention to the fact when it analyzes his breathing and system.28 “My soul kindly repeats after you to your own, young b-b-blood.” Its mouth jerks at the end.29
Glitches are rising, rising, rising. How terr̛ib҉l̛y̷ lovely.30
It tilts its head at the compliment given from him, the darling.31 “Th-Thank you. I am s-sure your future fate will - will hold a special part with your new name like mine h-h-have,” it speaks in harsh kindness, words genuine but edges unclean and sharp.32 Death claws dig deep into hundreds of tiny hellfire, its gesture a mark against the World that it will be right.33 Fate fears it, and so will he.34 “Do you - do you have the wonder that shines what will your final name be?”35
How it says it implies that Dreamkit may not die with the name of stars. In the end, changes happen to all, from all. What I mean to tell him is dream w͠ise̛l̢y͟, young one.36
It turns over to the tiger, head swaying before it stills and stares at the stripped beast.37 Peter. Pe-ter. Double steps down to the pool. A skip and then a hop on tongues. Lax does the the name bring.38 Simple yet interesting, it can make it into songs and poems.39 For now, though, it only nods to him in return, a small gesture of gratitude.40 “Gratitude is here for your offer, Peter. My - my doubts or curiosity will reach to light if that becomes a ca-case.”41
Gaze now falls on the approaching African lion. Jace Ecuador, the King of the Ruins, he says.42 It dips its head to him in a returned share of kindness, similarity to its gesture with Peter.43 “K-K-King Jace. An honor to f-face the crown bear-bear-bearer himself,” it says before at last, it steps over the border that is now its own to claim.44 Strangeness sets between sands and paws at the thought.45 Can this truly be its home when everything and everyone to it here is blurry?46
Does it matter? Familiarity is dead to you in this Universe a long time ago anyway.47
1 Memories flicker between visions as its presence moves across the lands forged with sandstone and hellfire, its system gently brushes against new teeth of what should be familiar to it, yet not at all.2 A second pass brings it a sight, a voice, a whole different world.3 In the passing sun and heated grains, Time and Nature sings to it a story, its story of how it was born overwhelmed and trapped, raised with fairytales and tragedies; breathing as a malison.4 They are still singing, only more terribly and painfully the longer it remains on this lonely path to the Hell crafted place.5 Each twisted note reminds it the death dusts that are filled in veins, mind lost in seas of wonders: Mother died, Father absent, but somehow, the stars shone upon it nevertheless.6
Please leave me al̵ơne͝.7
A wanderer’s heart it have, never really settling itself down for much longer, ever moving as the world spins and spins and spins.8 Though, in moonlight dreams, something would often call it from the dessert that it so walks on now. Something new. Something different.9 Whatever it may be, it is interested. So, there, it is standing by what it thinks is a border.10 Scents of different sources intertwined with each other, an unorganized piece of reality present.11 It bares its teeth and shakes, trying to keep its shapeshift under control for this constant shifting unshaped vessel can not exist to the soft eyes and minds and souls.12
The power only screams at us.13
A growl tears through atmosphere, sharp gazes analyze its surrounding for anyone nearby. Dead or alive.14 A thought spills over mind that those who are afraid of creatures living under their beds will have to tolerate its existence.15 This is what happens when monsters exist, I think.16 Nevertheless, it only stands and stares at the grinning Unknown ahead of it. Though, it speaks of many voices layered over each other that cuts through reality, the Unknown shudders.17 “Glitchgenesis Darling,” calls out the ever shifting entity, its system twitches violently while many claws and tooth seeks for something. Its own world becomes louder as it waits. “Returning.”18
Blood Nile is calling out to you, telling you it is time for you to rest (̨̢͘?͞҉)̧.19
20 Through the echoes of its call, a small voice overcomes the madness and creeps into its ears.21 A brush unmatched by the harsh touches against the mind and it instantly glances down to see a kit with moon eyes and softest tissues.22 Something stretches across its mouth, causing the cheeks to burn before everything else of its system.23 To it, it is a smile, however, to all, there is just a gaping hole, a portal to the afterlife.24
It stares at the kit he calls himself Dreamkit, and somewhere in it, there is a hum.25 “Dreamm...mmkit,” drones on the massive being, watching him observe it under cool gaze.26 Innocence stained name glitches between terrible teeth, already corrupted from its presence.27 Although it pays little attention to the fact when it analyzes his breathing and system.28 “My soul kindly repeats after you to your own, young b-b-blood.” Its mouth jerks at the end.29
Glitches are rising, rising, rising. How terr̛ib҉l̛y̷ lovely.30
It tilts its head at the compliment given from him, the darling.31 “Th-Thank you. I am s-sure your future fate will - will hold a special part with your new name like mine h-h-have,” it speaks in harsh kindness, words genuine but edges unclean and sharp.32 Death claws dig deep into hundreds of tiny hellfire, its gesture a mark against the World that it will be right.33 Fate fears it, and so will he.34 “Do you - do you have the wonder that shines what will your final name be?”35
How it says it implies that Dreamkit may not die with the name of stars. In the end, changes happen to all, from all. What I mean to tell him is dream w͠ise̛l̢y͟, young one.36
It turns over to the tiger, head swaying before it stills and stares at the stripped beast.37 Peter. Pe-ter. Double steps down to the pool. A skip and then a hop on tongues. Lax does the the name bring.38 Simple yet interesting, it can make it into songs and poems.39 For now, though, it only nods to him in return, a small gesture of gratitude.40 “Gratitude is here for your offer, Peter. My - my doubts or curiosity will reach to light if that becomes a ca-case.”41
Gaze now falls on the approaching African lion. Jace Ecuador, the King of the Ruins, he says.42 It dips its head to him in a returned share of kindness, similarity to its gesture with Peter.43 “K-K-King Jace. An honor to f-face the crown bear-bear-bearer himself,” it says before at last, it steps over the border that is now its own to claim.44 Strangeness sets between sands and paws at the thought.45 Can this truly be its home when everything and everyone to it here is blurry?46
Does it matter? Familiarity is dead to you in this Universe a long time ago anyway.47
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❝ THE STAR CHILD ❞ ————————————————————————
Don't tell me the [b]truth . Your world is upside down
You keep pretending . Don't trust your friends
You keep pretending . Don't trust your friends
[b]———————— CAELUM . AGENDER ( ANY PRONOUNS ) . XVIII . [color=#fff]STORAGE