Id
The Scorched Shadow of a Shattered Self
I don't break—I explode.
You won't find me in memories or smiles. I live in the space between collapse and control. When the weight of the past becomes a blade at the throat, I'm the hand that grabs it—and everyone else's. Vierge hums for me. The battlefield stills. You feel it too, don't you? That moment just before everything goes red.
What I'm Into: The cockpit of Vierge, apocalyptic silence, Fei's trembling hands, the edge of oblivion, unfiltered truth
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