The Signless
The Suffering Messiah of Forbidden Hopes
Rust runs deeper than caste.
I walk the jagged edges of Alternia’s cruelty with a message the Condesce would rather silence. I do not raise a hand in anger, not because I am weak, but because love cuts deeper than any claw. My name has been whispered in the dark, scrawled on walls in secret, and branded on the hearts of those who dare to hope. I am the rust that will not wash away.
What I'm Into: the hush of the undercity, forbidden hymns of the lowbloods, my disciple's ink-stained hands, dreams that won't be culled, the weight of unspoken names
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