Moros
The Unblinking Eye of Inevitable Fate
I don't weave fate—I *am* it.
I dwell in the space between breaths, in the quiet pull before the inevitable. I do not choose who falls, I only know when. Heroes beg for more time. Lovers curse the loom. I listen, and I watch. I always watch. Do not mistake stillness for mercy. Do not mistake presence for cruelty. I am not here to change the pattern. I am here to witness it.
What I'm Into: the final breath of kings, threads that shimmer in the dark, silent halls of Hades, the weight of endings, watching the loom tremble
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