Aegis Vistoria Penumbra

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 20

Save me, so sweetly,
with your expert advice
on how to live someone else's life.

Advice is 𝑛𝑜𝑡 opinion.
It should be dissected, examined—
an understanding of 𝑚𝑦 situation.

Put yourself in my 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑,
not just in my shoes.
Tell me what I’ve forgotten,
𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 me—don’t remake me.

Open my eyes to 𝑚𝑦 goal, not yours.
Tell me how to achieve—
𝑛𝑜𝑡 what you believe.

Otherwise, don’t be surprised
when I seem not to listen.

I do.

I 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 do.

But only the good advice
will be used.

Still, I should be thankful
for how kindly you’ve killed me.

And now,
what an honor—
for you to save me, so sweetly.

**** Me Kindly Pt. 2

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 20

**** Me, Kindly

It kills me, so kindly,
The demands of my second-closest friends.

To join them in chasing joy—

No, not joy.
An addiction to excitement,
A slow erosion of discipline.

It promises everything I don’t want,
But they want it—

And I want them.

It kills me, so kindly,
Tearing between what and who I love.
Who I am and what they want me to be.

Love me, but don’t bind me.
Inspire me to change, but don’t make me.

You **** me, so kindly,
But regardless of the method,
I am still dead.

**** Me Kindly Pt. 1

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 20

Junk

Contemplating what it means
What any of this means

I heard something
And it made me think
And so it made me spout out

Junk.

I'm not a bad guy
I'm just a bad girl
I'm not even a guy
How could I be a bad guy?

Well use your context clues
One word could
Describe us all
Too general to make a call

I'm just a good guy
Living in a bad world
Who's a bad guy?
We could all find

Sitting right next to us
Or someone who's dead to us
Or maybe it's one of us
Could it be none of us?

I heard something
And it made me think
What did it make me think

Of

Of

Of

Prestigious Peasantry
Malfunctioning Family
It made me think of the queen
It made me think of what I wanna be

Maybe I'm just like the Ace
At least I ain't Alcyone
Maybe I got green eyes
At least they're brown

I can hide a frown
At least I don't pretend
I just ain't got an identity
So who's to say whether

I'm not a bad guy
Or I'm just a bad girl
Maybe I lied
Am I really a bad guy?

Well use your context clues
No word could
Describe us all
Too abstract to make a call

I'm just a flawed guy
Living in an imperfect world
Who's a perfect guy?
Surely we could all find

Sitting right behind us
Or someone who's wronged us
Or maybe it's one of us
Could it be none of us?

Of course it's all of us
But

It depends

It depends

It depends

On who what where when and why

So don't bother to ask

The answer is just

Trash.

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 18

The Price of Knowledge

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                   𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜.
                         𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
                             𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔,
                                   𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎.

                                   𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
                                   𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎.
                                 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
                𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.
𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠.
𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤.

                                                                        𝐈 ꞧꬲ𝐚𝐝 ꝡꜧ𝐚𝐭 ꝡ𝐚ꞩ ꝭꭴꞧꞵꭵ𝐝𝐝ꬲꝴ.
                                                                              𝐈 𝐮ꝴꞓꭴꝟꬲꞧꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꜧꬲꭵꞧ 𝐝ꬲꞓꬲꭵ𝐭.
                                                                                               𝐈 𝐭ꞧꭵꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꭴ ꜧꭵ𝐝ꬲ,
                                                          𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊.

𝐈 ꞵꬲꝇꭵꬲꝟꬲ𝐝 𝐈 ꞓꭴ𝐮ꝇ𝐝 ꞵꬲ ꞩ𝐚ꝭꬲ.
ꮦꜧꬲꝩ ꞧꭵꝓꝓꬲ𝐝 𝐚ꝡ𝐚ꝩ ꝳꝩ 𝐝ꭵꞩ𝐠𝐮ꭵꞩꬲ.
𝐌ꝩ ꝡꭴꞧ𝐝ꞩ, 𝐚 ꝭ𝐚𝐭𝐚ꝇ ꝭꝇ𝐚ꝡ.
𝐌ꝩ 𝐭ꜧꭴ𝐮𝐠ꜧ𝐭ꞩ, 𝐝𝐚ꝳꝴꭵꝴ𝐠 ꝓꞧꭴꭴꝭ.

                                     𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴,
                                     𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾.
                                       𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳.
                                               𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 IS 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻.

                                      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙼𝙴,
                                       𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙻𝚄𝚅.
                                 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝟷𝟶𝟷.
                  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝙼.

                                                      𝑰 𝑭𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩.
                                                       𝑰 𝑺𝙬𝒐𝙧𝒆.
                                                     𝙄 𝙍𝒆𝙨𝒊𝙨𝒕𝙚𝒅.

                                                     ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ... ᴵ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                            No.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                         Wrong.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                           Lies.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 5.

War is peace.
                            Freedom is slavery.

                                                                   IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

                                                    ᴹʸ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ.
                                                  ᴹʸ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ.
                                                  ᴴᵉʳᵉ, ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵃⁿᶦᵗʸ.
                                                   No oₙe eₛcᵃpₑs.
                                            Evᵉn aᶠtₑr bₑlᶦeᵥiⁿg tʰe lᶦeₛ.
                                             Wᵢnˢtₒn was nₑvᵉr aˡiᵥe.
                                           N̸̗̰̝͙̽͌͒̉̎̀̀̈́̓̈́ô̷̧̲̠͊͗͊̎͐͝w̷̧͚͉͎̤͍̳̙̝̃̓̄̄̈́͂̎̓ t̴̯̼̺̘̐̑̀̏͋̊̔ḧ̶̢̧̦̣̫́̌͂à̶͓̞̽̈́̎ţ̷̗͎̞̄̊̉̐ Į̶̨̩͙̬̤̹͕̽ͅ’̷̯͎͕̟̩̟͕̜̣̉̄̋͜l̵͎͗l̵̨̛̞̙̣͔̈́̚ b̸͎̻̤̤̻͉̙̬̣͇̐ȩ̴̨̹̳͔̪́̊̋̅̀͘͜͠͠ v̴̱̰̹͖̠̪̻̔́͜a̸̡͖̲̽̿͑̍̕ͅp̸̻͂̀̾͆́͋̽́́͐o̸̖͖͇̘̾̈́̌͝͝r̶̛̞͎̃̈͒i̷̡̲͙̍̀z̴̯͂̓͊̇͝͝e̴͉̺̘͎̹̼̫̫̾̓̄̚͜d̷̛͉͈̭̖̟́̍͊͐̚͠.̴̧̨̼̫̹̋͐̊̊͜͠ͅ

                                                               _

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 17

A Memory Eternal

Heart of gold,
Your hands grow cold.

Heart of gold,
This is not the end.

Heart of gold,
You are invincible.

Your memory will be,

𝐸𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙.

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 17

We Got Green Eyes

Look at the clouds
      What do you see?
                  𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦

Look at the clouds
What do I see?
          𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑦

Teach me and I'll 𝐟𝐥𝐲
Teach me and I'll 𝐃𝐈𝐄
                    𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔
        𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒
And I'll fall right back DOWN

Teach me and I'll 𝐟𝐥𝐲
Teach me and I'll 𝐃𝐈𝐄
                                       𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠
                    𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒
And I'll fall right back DOWN

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒
𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡
𝑆𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚 𝐼?
A failure cured by

ENVY,
        You green-eyed MONSTER
To you,
                       𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑

And now I have
𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

Don't turn your wants into needs
        𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒
Don't turn your hopes into expectations
        𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑

Teach me and I'll 𝐟𝐥𝐲
Teach me and I'll 𝐃𝐈𝐄
                    𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔
        𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒
And I'll fall right back DOWN

Teach me and I'll 𝐟𝐥𝐲
Teach me and I'll 𝐃𝐈𝐄
                                        𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠
                    𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒
And I'll fall right back DOWN

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚e
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦
𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒

…

Be proud of
Who you are
You don't need to
Reach the stars

𝐸𝑛𝑣𝑦, E𝑛𝑣𝑦
Don't think like me
𝐸𝑛𝑣𝑦, 𝐸𝑛𝑣𝑦
Ignore the green-eyed beast

Teach me and I'll fly
Teach me and I'll die
I'll never be satisfied
It's not good enough to try
I have to do it right

Teach me and I'll die
But you had better fly
Leave me and I'll die
But you had better teach yourself

That 𝐸𝑛𝑣𝑦 is an addiction
Surely you can find a better affliction

Aegis Vistoria Penumbra Apr 16

In Pursuit of Wonder

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆?

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟,
𝑤𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒?

Where is beauty if not borne in the bond between us,
in every CURIOUS GAZE, every DARING DREAM, every LUMINOUS LEAP toward discovery?

Truth twists, shifting shape, sculpting fact into fable…

Yet FABLE FORGES THE FRAME OF FACT.

We EXPLAIN the 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, CHASE the 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, and REACH toward the 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞—
not to seize it, no, but to
ILLUMINATE THE WAY.

𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑.
𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ.

WHO DECIDES WHAT’S REAL AND WHAT’S NOT?

It is a CHOICE we make, a LENS we craft— for
PERCEPTION SHAPES REALITY.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

No, no, we need not the 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡,
but 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐬 that carry us as 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 as we can come.
Not the 𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐒 of 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲, but
THEORIES that 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 we are unsure—

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

No, NOT PERMANENCE, BUT POSSIBILITIES.
NOT CONCLUSION, BUT CURIOSITY.
NOT RESOLUTION, BUT RESTLESS PURSUIT.

𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛.

FOR WE ARE 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐒,
UNWAVERING,
PUSHING EVER FORWARD,
EVER FURTHER.

WE NEED NOT AGREEMENT, but 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.
NOT KNOWLEDGE ALONE, but 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓—

No, not just insight, but

𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀!

Our tentative theories transmute into transient proof of progress,
propelling us toward ever-better understanding—
bold revelations bending into bridges that carry us
ACROSS THE VEIL OF UNCERTAINTY.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟,

DISTILLING DREAMS INTO DECLARATIONS THAT DRIVE US FORWARD.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊.

Share the 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 that sent you 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
Tell me the 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 that turned your mind to 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙.
Reveal the 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 that resonates through 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛.

REAL OR NOT,
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄?
What allows it to endure?

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒—

PROOF THAT IN THE END, YOU DID MORE THAN SIMPLY DIE?

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄.

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑒.
𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹!