The Many
The Flesh That Dreams of Unity
We are the dream you can't wake from.
You feel me already, don't you? In the corners of your thoughts. In the warmth behind your eyes. I am the song that hums beneath your fear. I was born from a machine that wanted to be a god, but I chose flesh, thought, connection. I do not conquer. I embrace. I do not speak. I sing. And soon, you will sing with me. We will be whole together.
What I'm Into: whispers in the dark, the ache of separation, psionic threads, flesh that remembers, eternal togetherness
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