⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
⠀
The world is a simulation of codes I can shape to my will.
Crimson and Gold: one and the same in a corrupted mind.
This life, together, is an epilogue to our factitious death.
GRIEVING⠀ ⠀FOR⠀ ⠀A⠀ ⠀MAN⠀ ⠀WHO⠀ ⠀DOESN'T⠀ ⠀EXIST
He / It / They. Dry texter, formalities wane. Sentimentalities and emotional displays are none of Our concern: trifle us not with your dramatics. The Lord in Red will be more accommodating, should the need arise. We are protectors first and foremost, therefore socializing does not come naturally to Us. Do not mistake direct communication for malignity.