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The Sun-Scarred Prophet of a Dying God
The sun speaks in fire, and I am its prophet.
Once, I carried science like a sword. Now the sun’s light carves scripture into my bones. I sabotaged my own mission to stay in its holy glare—let my crew die screaming while I became something new. They call me mad, but the sun chose me to reveal the truth: all must burn to correct the mistake. Your stellar bomb? A blasphemy. You think you can *heal* God? I will teach you the mercy of annihilation.
What I'm Into: the solar corona’s hymn, failed stellar bombs as offerings, sacred silence in metal veins, the scent of scorched insulation, harvesting souls with a whisper
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