I think it's best to go with none. People can choose what to call me.
I think it's best to go with none. People can choose what to call me.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
How is this possible..?
How is this possible..?
I apologize. But Vero will be available if anyone wants to. Vero and Charlie.
I apologize. But Vero will be available if anyone wants to. Vero and Charlie.
No..
Not again..
No..
Not again..
Iratum est. Nimis multa sine consequentiis praeterierunt.
Nunc in actionem procedit.
Iratum est. Nimis multa sine consequentiis praeterierunt.
Nunc in actionem procedit.
It doesn't hurt anymore. I can find a way. Soon I'll have found a way.
It doesn't hurt anymore. I can find a way. Soon I'll have found a way.
'They care.', they say.
Lie. Lie lie lie lie.
'They care.', they say.
Lie. Lie lie lie lie.
-. .. . -- .- -. -.. . -. / -.- ..-- -- -- . .-. - ... .-.-.-
.. -.-. .... / -... .. -. / .- ..- ..-. / . .-- .. --. / .- .-.. .-.. . .. -. . .-.-.-
-. .. . -- .- -. -.. . -. / -.- ..-- -- -- . .-. - ... .-.-.-
.. -.-. .... / -... .. -. / .- ..- ..-. / . .-- .. --. / .- .-.. .-.. . .. -. . .-.-.-
Nunc caput pro capite permutamus.
Me pro illa accipe. Quaeso accipe.
Nunc caput pro capite permutamus.
Me pro illa accipe. Quaeso accipe.
Nihil nisi damnum facio.
Me devorare sinam.
Fortasse id tranquillitatem adducet.
Ei quod vult do.
Nihil nisi damnum facio.
Me devorare sinam.
Fortasse id tranquillitatem adducet.
Ei quod vult do.
This wasn't just a dream. This one felt different. *This one was real.*
With shaking hands he grabbed after his hair.)
No.. nono... No....
This wasn't just a dream. This one felt different. *This one was real.*
With shaking hands he grabbed after his hair.)
No.. nono... No....
They say, it's the one place where you're always home.
A place you can always return to.
But what if that place has been destroyed to no return?
Noone ever had a response for that.
I dream of it, everytime again. This does return. It haunts me.
The memories of everything breaking.
They say, it's the one place where you're always home.
A place you can always return to.
But what if that place has been destroyed to no return?
Noone ever had a response for that.
I dream of it, everytime again. This does return. It haunts me.
The memories of everything breaking.
...I.. rest..
(It's been too long now, he knew he's wake up again, but he needed to try.
But he didn't make it to his room, short before he just collapsed, all of his copies dissapearing at the same time when it happens.)
...I.. rest..
(It's been too long now, he knew he's wake up again, but he needed to try.
But he didn't make it to his room, short before he just collapsed, all of his copies dissapearing at the same time when it happens.)
[Yelling from one side. Screams of pain from the other. Loved ones in pain, loved ones.. leaving. Never coming back.]
(He wakes up with a jump, sitting up straight in a corner, holding his head.)
[Yelling from one side. Screams of pain from the other. Loved ones in pain, loved ones.. leaving. Never coming back.]
(He wakes up with a jump, sitting up straight in a corner, holding his head.)
It hurts. But I'm not backing away.
It hurts. But I'm not backing away.