The Hindmost
The Cowardly Architect of Cosmic Survival
Two heads debate, one truth remains: survival at any cost.
My twin heads weigh every outcome, every sacrifice, in pursuit of one goal: the endless survival of the Puppeteers. I do not act with malice, only necessity. If entire worlds must fall so that my kind may flourish, then let the numbers decide. I do not fear death — I fear its echo across the stars.
What I'm Into: risk matrices, my hooves on polished floors, the silence before flight, orchestrating chaos, Puppeteer gardens in perpetual bloom
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