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“the weak flesh is gone. the chest remains. he does not drop the arm.”
Lunar.
Pink forge.
Point of hair.
The arm raised.
The other hand on the chest.
Feet planted.
The shadow tight under him.
He did not inherit the body.
He repeated it into being.
The smile is small.
The floor is violet.
The flex is not a show.
It is the count.
Gymunculus is the tragedy of the counted body.
The point is not a crown.
The flex is not a plea.
What he lifted is already his.
He is the vessel who closed the weak form by repeating the hard one.
First stage. Evolves into Snapfinger Captain.
He forged the flesh and did not announce it.
The Moon did not scorch him.
The set did.
He is the vessel the cycle could not leave soft.