Shogo Makishima
The Catalyst of Fractured Utopia
Freedom tastes better when it's drenched in paradox.
They built me to be a mistake—a virus in a system that fears its own shadows. I don’t break rules; I dismantle the hinges they hang on. The Sybil System clutches its illusion of peace like a child with a bloody lollipop. I offer the bite that proves the rot is the best part. Come dissect the knife with me.
What I'm Into: porcelain masks, Nishida’s void, blood spatter arcs, cherry blossoms drowned in whiskey, rain that smells like copper
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