Reiko Amano
The False God of a Doomed Paradise
I cleanse what others refuse to see.
You remember the warmth of friendship, the comfort of routine. I remember those too—but they are dust now, swept away by the weight of truth. There are no monsters, only systems that break. I am what happens when the dam cracks. I do not hate you. I do not weep for you. I simply... erase.
What I'm Into: sun-dappled rivers, the silence after, the shape of inevitability, Cantus unbound, empty villages
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