You cling to your abilities like lifelines… But I wonder — without them, what are you?
Just bone. Blood. Fragile, quivering thought.
Death is not your enemy. It is your final purity. A moment when all names, all sins, all lies are burned away… and only silence remains.
I’ve seen the soul without a body. I’ve seen the body without a soul.
You call me a monster.
But I… I am only a mirror. And it’s you who keeps looking away.”
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