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“I lost everything.
Now everything is loss.”
Grief made flesh.
Body translucent with tears of violet mercury.
Eyes empty sockets weeping endlessly.
Form dissolving at the edges.
It lost the path.
It lost the refusal.
It lost itself.
Now it is loss incarnate.
Now it spreads loss.
Homuncu-Loss is the moon-scorched tragedy of attachment.
It held too tight.
It is the grief that refuses to end.
It is the vessel that became the Wound
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Homuncu-Loss is the embodiment of mourning.
It lost the Green Ray.
It lost the violet.
It lost the Castle.
Now it is the warning: lose the refusal, and become loss itself.
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