We take the timeline we've torn beyond the recognition of it. We take every miserable life and grind it away. We turn the blade upon ourselves. We cut, deep - deeper.
Always deeper.
The world turns on. A child eats a flower and tears apart a kingdom. Another child falls, and then another. Count the SOULs, the only vital parts worth mentioning, nameless but for their tools and their virtues that may as well be their labels, drained of all other defining traits. All else is to be discarded, left at the wayside - dusty artifacts of those who traversed the same pathways and then failed, inevitably. Who gave up, or perhaps were simply not the anomaly that could have altered the course of fate. Who lacked the resolve, the will to do so.
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We take the timeline we've torn beyond the recognition of it. We take every miserable life and grind it away. We turn the blade upon ourselves. We cut, deep - deeper.
Always deeper.
The world turns on. A child eats a flower and tears apart a kingdom. Another child falls, and then another. Count the SOULs, the only vital parts worth mentioning, nameless but for their tools and their virtues that may as well be their labels, drained of all other defining traits. All else is to be discarded, left at the wayside - dusty artifacts of those who traversed the same pathways and then failed, inevitably. Who gave up, or perhaps were simply not the anomaly that could have altered the course of fate. Who lacked the resolve, the will to do so.
* Determination.