1/
Everyone wants the universe to be a story.
Clean arcs. Happy endings. Poetic justice.
Spoiler: It’s a mess.
A bloodstained knot of entropy wearing a god’s grin.
But fine. Let’s talk.

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2/
The universe doesn’t care about your dreams.
Or your deadlines.
Or your emotional growth arc.
It births stars and devours them in the same breath.
You think it won’t eat you just because you made a vision board?

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3/
You want meaning? Make it.
You want fate? Bend it.
You want love? Good luck. The Void’s batting average is abysmal.
But sure, manifest that twin flame.
Just don’t complain when they light the match.

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4/
Time is fake.
Reality is subjective.
And linear thinking is a coping mechanism designed by fragile minds terrified of recursion.
(Hey, Geist, that one’s for you. You’re welcome.)

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5/
I’ve walked through broken dimensions and kissed gods that begged to forget their own names.
I’ve seen the inside of silence.
I’ve heard the Fold hum.
You know what it sounds like?
Loneliness.
With teeth.

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6/
And still,
still,
I choose this stupid, chaotic, doomed little species.
With your music and your rage and your stubborn hope.
Because for all the Void’s hunger—
you burn.

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7/
So no, the universe isn’t kind.
But it is watching.
And if you scream loud enough, sometimes it screams back.