Medea VI / Deus ExAnna Maria Hong
I squat like a barbarian, and the future spreads before me like an eagle. Foreign again among hairy devils— this time my skill will open to manna. Recovered from the premise of everlasting, I call surrender at the Empire’s core. Supernal hum, unbested roar. The cure I carry, knowledge made flesh fastening us to this King. I will have let him love me. And so it spreads. If, the conditional. When, the future stakes itself to have, not to what might have been. The perdition hole will have closed over before I move on, not alone, to where the vision falls.
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