Yoshihide
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無我夢中 阿鼻叫喚 支離滅裂 Cut and sever. Let all be severed and burned away, until not a single strand of their frayed threads remains. https://stringseverance.straw.page
On occasion, the thought crosses my mind of how different things would be if I had... a companion of sorts. I don't let the thought linger overlong. Tracing over the threads of time taught me it's best not to linger on an impossibility. They'd be the first to go from my fractured mind, anyhow.
A month? This month bears no difference to the rest of the flow of time. It's just as gay as every other moment... that is to say, very.
This is... curious. ...No. The end of this story remains the same. In even death, it won't be severed...
Hgk- Lucio..
It's been... quiet. That's not to say it's been peaceful, no moment is for me like this. ...But it's quiet. If I shut my eyes, for a moment it almost feels like...
...Sudden disorientation... I'm not sure if it's the entanglement... or just an iron deficiency. I don't appreciate it either way.
Is this hell? The present moment is both eternal and painful.
fuit aisle
...Agonizing as every moment of sleep is, I don't want to leave this bed. The moment I do, I know their plans for me will continue once more. I know what's to come. ...On second thought, they'll likely just drag me out by my ankles anyway, won't they? I truly can't have any respite.
Again and again, visions of the past, present, and future assault me, crashing onto me like the tides upon the shore. It's never the same moment in time, and yet it's always the same events within. This spiderweb is doomed to repeat itself over and over, burrowing deeper, yet deeper, never to stop.
If you want it, then you'll have to take it. But you already knew that.
⬩➤ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 8 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴀʏᴀꜱʜɪᴋɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ 4 ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ
I only say morning because if it was a good morning the House of Spiders wouldn't exist.
...Not even here may I find some respite. Of course. When my entire world is made out of you, you'll never get out of my view. Everywhere I look. Everywhere I go. It's always you. It's always, always you all.
//i could not be bothered to put any more effort into this stupid of an edit
Lmao, check this fucking shit out.
It's probably the entangleme- Holy shit did you guys just see that
I may speak of it, but will it be remembered at all? In even a day's time, that answer may change. Perhaps today, even. No memory of mine is precious. Not one do I wish to keep.
Not... this again- I don't... want to live through this again... No-! No, p-please! Please, let me out-! Let me... Dad...
Remind me, was it your memory that was cut, or was it mine?
<Doing some regular Mirror Dungeon stuff. I don't remember Ryōshū having an evasion though... I'm sure it's fine.>
Even here, I am still subject to the irritating sound of that abhorrent beeping. The words of a god are meaningless to me, and yet I'm still subject to it's whims... How I wish I could cut it off entirely.
⬩➤ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 10 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍɪɴᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ