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Toxic

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right side of my neck

The forest was silent, stripped of life and colour, branches like bones under a sky that rotted inward. He walked the dead path without hesitation — there was nowhere left to run, and no one left to warn.

Above, the heavens writhed. Stars flickered like dying coals, and a cracked moon pulsed behind a veil of shifting ash. The tearing had begun, just as he once believed he could command — back when he mistook forbidden sigils for wisdom instead of invitation.

The cabin stood ahead, windows glowing with ritual fire, its shapes crawling along the walls like living wounds. The same symbols he'd carved in his youth, the same whispers he’d followed in arrogance, believing knowledge was salvation, not a summons.

Leaves lifted around him, pulled upward into the sky’s wound. A hum rolled through the earth, through his bones, through the memory of every choice that brought him here.

He did not slow. Doors, once opened, demand attendance.

As the world bowed to the unseen thing waking beyond the veil, he breathed his final acceptance, soft and sure — the only truth that ever mattered.

The Void Remembers. 

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Elegy

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