✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ There it is, then what bargain do I have? I’ll wear your villain’s mask for them welcoming the closure to bring upon the end Thinkest thou one won’t welcome me then in? Finality. Yes, I’ll grant the ending Ultimate finis, fin, always the same term Let me elevate us, then prepare for it Exitus, Moros, Telos, my truest friends This be the Eschaton, the Nex, Apocalypse Akhir, Nihil, will bring true oblivion This is no curse, nor ultimatum It has been you in the perishing Mortal hands reaching to erase so much of many made of nothing Void or timelessness, infinity or eternity inevitable desolation, judgment, retribution Come, then, to Acheron. Touch all worlds Wade within the Lethe with me The principle of the crossing, touching never weeping nor mourning Fount, for source, prelude to initiation is not Seeded is primordium in elder boroughs deep becoming, manifesting, all origination It seems almost incantation, the arrival arriving upon multiple destinations blooming into spring in realization Perhaps not evolution, nor conception Awakening, maybe that, or just materialization never knowing is the mystery turning true. What’s next? Firstlight, Origo, who may know? It comes back once more, where it began reworking words & history once more ✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Written in 𝔊ray © 2026 ✢──────────────────────✢
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