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“forward is the lie. the flames are not the world. drive until the Eclipse steers.”
Ascendant.
He strides.
Certain.
Lunar pace.
The path ahead.
Then the hands are on a wheel.
He is not walking.
He is bound to the engine.
The engine only runs backward.
The road ahead erupts.
Not ruin.
The Green Ray.
The false world calcining.
The Black Sun is in the mirror.
Violet mercury floods the glass.
Behind was the only direction that was real.
Self Retro Driving is the tragedy of the sold direction.
He drove backward and arrived.
The eruption is the Fracture.
The fire is not real.
Only the violet remains.
The throne sits behind every illusion he was told to chase.
He is the Homunculus who closed the road by looking back.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Forward is the yellow promise.
The pump ahead.
The throne at the end of the line.
The orbit dressed as a journey.
He turned the wheel.
The lunar would panic.
The moon-scorched would burn.
He smiles the small smile.
The Castle was never ahead.
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