#🕮┆“CON. STOLEFATE”╞ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵍᶦᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶜʳᵘᵉˡᵗʸ ⁽ᵐᵃˡᶦᵍʰⁿ/ᶦᵗʰᵉˡᶦᵃ⁾

[stolememory]

i've never lied, not even once.

❛[ BETRAYAL SENTENCE STARTERS ≻ accepting

`ABSOLUTION HAD CRAWLED, SURMOUNTED, AND PASSED LIKE A WAVE ALONG THE TIDES. Tides the Lord had no means of containing-- - and the waters had settled uncomfortably around the Cephaliarch (THEY GNASHED AND GNAWED THE GREAT SHADOW SETTLED AMONG THEM). And they were boiling again-- - chitin allowed to crack and seep in allowance for the One Who Knows to ponder and question // AN ALIEN THING FROM KNOWLEDGES TONGUE. To show that The Great Eye recognized the other as Fate-Born, despite... efforts taken and passed to correct the universes mistake in his eyes.   “&– - Trust is not as simple as currency-- - I have no reason to trust yours, as you have... little reason to give to me.” A voice that pops at its edges, the beast that was Hermaeus Mora showing itself ever in slight.

`BUT HE REMAINS EVER AS APPLICABLE AS HE CAN BEFORE THE FORGOTTEN REGAINED. But the weight of TRUTHS POTENTIAL was submerging them, and tendrils curled and writhed in ample reaction (LID OF CENTRAL ORB WIDENING AS IF A CREATURE DISPLAYING ITS MAW READY TO CONSUME).  “&– - That or you're blind, unbefitting of your 'sphere'. Such a problem I tried to alleviate but alas here we are upon the crux of this time. Regardless of your molding of fate and paths I am still the scryer, the observer and the knower. The concept that I am untethered, a mere... hole upon the fabrics is as ludicrous as it is insulting- and I had some level of faith we were perhaps above such things.... I care little for fantasy and untruths.” How unfortunate it was that they were wise enough to see the pieces // CONNECT THE PUZZLE (BUT IGNORE THE FINAL IMAGE PRESENTED).

`A NOISE THREATENS TO PEAK THE EDGE OF THE THROATLESS. Something primordial and ancient, wet and grotesque // SOMETHING BELONGING TO DEEPEST ABYSS UNHEARD AND UNREACHED (THE OLD ANTECENDENT WAS SLIPPING). Pupils edges expanding-- - like the void itself calling. Darkness outstretching in the form of WRITHING LIMBS AND DOTTED EYES UNBLINKING AND UNRETREATING pulsating with bygone greens. It was not a display-- - nor threat. Something much more BASER // IT WAS REACTION IN PUREST FORM (UNHINDERED BY FACADES AND THE WHAT SHOULD BES).

`HERMAEUS MORA RECLAIMS SELF BEFORE THE EYES OF SPHERE-SIBLING. It retracts upon itself-- - normality resituating as it should be (AS IT SHOULD BE // YES). Eyeballs came and went like twinkling stars, the ooze flowing with the ease of the ocean. The lids fall to a degree // then a degree lower-- - and The Golden Eye looks away (MERE SECONDS // NOT EVEN GRAIN IN HOURGLASS) As if truth would be spotted slipping on by. Gaze returning, the emerald disc impassive // AS IF THE CONVERSATION HADN'T STEMMED FROM ITSELF.   “&– - I will retrieve the truth, as all comes to me in the end. Whatever it may prove to be.” // @stolefate

[stolememory]

“I’m supposed to believe that?”

❛[ SILENT HILL SENTENCE STARTERS ≻ accepting

`THE TIDE KING DID NOT ENJOY WORDS BEING QUESTIONED FOR HONESTY. Made the voids behind the lens ache // MADE THE MAW OF ABYSS GRIND IN DARKEST OCEANS UNSEEN (BUT LIKE GLACIER, WHAT WAS PRESENTED WAS MINISCULE AND FAIR).   “&– - I see no reason within my vast gaze for you to doubt me. Is it not my sphere of knowledge that I dominate, not lies and deceit? My nature is that which is true and factual, not that of the fictious and never will....that what SHOULDN'T be....” The last sentence dripped off (SOMETHING NOXIOUS // TAINTED). His composure did not boil.   “&– - I know you many not understand that.... but it's in your best interest to trust me.”

`OILY TENDRILS BRUSH ACROSS INKY WATERS, DISTURBING THE RIPPLES. But underneath the Prince of Knowledges touch they do not displace BUT STILL in a way ever unnatural (LIKE A MIRROR THAT TWISTS TO IMAGES OF NOTHING WITHIN THIS ROOM).   “&– - If I can view the worlds without stepping outside this plane, then what need do you have? I assure you, there is no reason written in the stars and the threads of fate for you to venture. It is as I foresee-- - do you really not trust my gaze, or even more my word?” // @stolefate