When the world awakens, /Oh,/ What a day that will be.

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.

Thwart not thy desires. Heed, take flight with wings of burning crimson, and spread thy rotten seed with reaped merriment!

I hold no ode for pretenses of which bring me nothing but foretold falsities. I create, and I do so well.

What have you come to. Games, trickery, lunacy? Unbecoming.

Must I remind thee of who thou art?

*Introspectively, bones meet full, pursed lips.* These languages. What faucets of thought.

Manifestations of the ignorant's need to feel divinity -- a fallacy as there is nothing to divide one from another other than ambition.

Exactly.

Only the ambitious and ruthless may succeed.

Succeed to build. create. To form an empire.

Come, gather.

Watch.

I prefer stronger diction. x.com/skinningrabbit…

Kaiserin. Erhebt euch. The Empress

Hunger.

*A shifting.*

*A stirring.*

*An uprush of air. The pressure shifts.*

Liber Exordium: Transgressions, Sector 10: The Custodian Read: tl.gd/n_1sqdinm