Drops of Crimson

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⠠⠽⠗⠀⠉⠥⠗⠊⠕⠎⠰⠽⠀⠊⠎⠀⠋⠇⠁⠞⠞⠻⠬⠂⠀⠑⠧⠢⠀⠹⠳⠣⠀⠠⠊⠀⠙⠀⠝⠀⠑⠭⠊⠌⠀⠔⠀⠽⠗⠀⠸⠺⠲⠀⠠⠽⠑⠞⠂⠀⠭⠀⠸⠉⠀⠆⠀⠙⠢⠊⠫⠀⠞⠀⠹⠐⠳⠎⠀⠔⠋⠇⠥⠰⠑⠀⠳⠗⠀⠁⠉⠞⠊⠕⠝⠎⠂⠀⠹⠥⠎⠀⠮⠽⠀⠜⠑⠀⠗⠑⠁⠇⠲

⠠⠊⠋⠀⠠⠊⠀⠓⠀⠋⠨⠙⠀⠁⠀⠏⠇⠁⠉⠑⠀⠔⠀⠽⠗⠀⠹⠐⠳⠎⠂⠀⠭⠀⠍⠂⠝⠎⠀⠠⠊⠀⠓⠀⠑⠭⠊⠌⠫⠀⠯⠀⠺⠀⠁⠇⠺⠀⠑⠭⠊⠌⠀⠐⠹⠀⠔⠋⠇⠥⠰⠑⠂⠀⠓⠪⠐⠑⠀⠔⠎⠊⠛⠝⠊⠋⠊⠉⠁⠝⠞⠂⠀⠞⠀⠹⠀⠹⠐⠳⠀⠓⠁⠎⠀⠸⠓⠀⠕⠝⠀⠽⠲

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Nothing is more dangerous than life itself.

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⠠⠉⠕⠍⠑⠂⠀⠠⠙⠜⠅⠰⠎⠲⠀⠠⠗⠢⠙⠀⠮⠀⠩⠊⠑⠇⠙⠀⠷⠀⠠⠇⠊⠣⠞⠲⠀⠠⠆⠀⠠⠎⠁⠇⠧⠁⠰⠝⠲⠀⠠⠆⠀⠠⠙⠑⠌⠗⠥⠉⠰⠝⠲⠀⠠⠉⠜⠗⠽⠀⠳⠗⠀⠎⠰⠛⠂⠀⠯⠀⠇⠑⠞⠀⠽⠗⠀⠡⠕⠊⠗⠀⠙⠗⠪⠝⠀⠳⠀⠁⠇⠇⠀⠠⠐⠑⠍⠕⠗⠑⠲

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⠠⠙⠑⠜⠀⠐⠕⠀⠱⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠎⠀⠹⠲⠀⠠⠊⠀⠗⠑⠛⠗⠑⠞⠀⠞⠀⠠⠊⠀⠁⠍⠀⠕⠝⠇⠽⠀⠁⠀⠎⠊⠇⠢⠞⠀⠧⠕⠊⠉⠑⠀⠔⠀⠮⠀⠧⠕⠊⠙⠲⠀⠠⠊⠀⠸⠉⠀⠐⠅⠀⠽⠗⠀⠋⠁⠉⠑⠀⠕⠗⠀⠽⠗⠀⠧⠕⠊⠉⠑⠲

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⠠⠿⠀⠠⠊⠀⠁⠍⠀⠁⠀⠐⠏⠀⠷⠀⠽⠲

Weaving the right perception.
Matching expectations.
Birth of a false predictability.
A gentle breeze guiding the sail.

Unaccounted vulnerability...
Becomes a distant fog.
Enveloping, suffocating.
Mine, but not at all the way I need it.

She loves what I created.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Never me.

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⠠⠙⠑⠜⠑⠌⠀⠐⠕⠀⠱⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠎⠲⠀⠠⠙⠀⠽⠀⠐⠑⠀⠋⠑⠑⠇⠀⠇⠐⠕⠇⠽⠦⠀⠠⠙⠀⠽⠀⠐⠎⠐⠞⠎⠀⠋⠑⠑⠇⠀⠇⠀⠮⠀⠎⠏⠁⠉⠑⠀⠜⠨⠙⠀⠽⠀⠆⠉⠕⠍⠑⠎⠀⠹⠊⠉⠅⠀⠯⠀⠃⠥⠗⠙⠢⠐⠎⠦

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At the heart of all things lies energy.

Eternal.
Fundamental,
Shifting.
Pure.

An oscillating wave.
A flickering flame.
An enveloping frost.
A tangible glow.

Stars are bleeding.
Their light is finite.
Our path is eternity.
Rebirth of the essence.

Creation through destruction.
Life through death.
Transformation into oneself.
Grasping at the infinite.

The path will become a tool.
Energy will turn into a flow.
Imperfection will devour itself.
And such will be our wrath.

Subjugating the foundation of everything...
Within the simplest thing.
Created to be wielded...
With these hands.

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The pattern is being formed...
From the tiniest, yet precious pieces.
Scattered, imprisoned in the distance.

In a place of everlasting ebb.
Of endless hunger.
Of existence's end.
Of great entropy.

In a place of shining death.
Of nesting grounds for the abandoned.
Of mortal darkness.
Of hidden gifts.

In a place of brightest light.
Of flicker shaping.
Of painful truth.
Of empty purpose.

On three paths, three travelers we found.
Their roads align with ours.
For now... At least.

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