Becoming Perfect Before The End Novels & Stories

"You're a Snapshot. You’re a museum exhibit of a boy who didn't know how to grow." Leo reached out and, instead of embracing the light, he punched the "Perfect" image with a surge of Pure Chaos. He didn't use logic; he used the feeling of the cold Andes wind and the taste of blood. The Shattering of the Dream The "Perfect City" began to crack. The amber light turned a muddy, flickering gray. "The Dream is a lie!" Leo’s voice echoed through the entire Hive network. "The answers aren't in the past! There is no 'Perfect'! There is only the Work!"

"Kaelen... we could erase the Gutter. we could erase the wars. We could make it so that Elena never had to suffer. We could make a 'Perfect-World'." ​The Rejection of Perfection ​Kaelen looked at the spark of violet-fire. He saw the "Perfect-World" it offered, a world of clean lines, quiet forests, and eternal peace. But then he looked at the "Archive of Whispers" on his wrist. ​He saw the dirt under Elena’s fingernails. He saw the sweat on Leo’s brow. He saw the tears of the first Ash-Born as they looked at the sun. ​"No," Kaelen said, his voice ringing with an absolute, unshakeable finality.

A new symbol appeared beneath them. A closed circle. Aria stared. "What does it mean?" "Everything." The alternate Aria stepped forward. "I didn't choose control." She looked around. "I chose perfection." THE PERFECT WORLD The alternate Aria snapped her fingers. Everything changed. The broken buildings repaired themselves. The sky became blue. The dead planets became alive. Everyone appeared in perfect health. Aria's mother appeared. Her father. People they had lost. Everyone was smiling. Ava stared. "This is..."

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

A friend, someone Adam can trust before he realizes he has already opened the wrong door. Daniel starts the engine. His eyes remain on the photograph for one final second. Then he quietly says, "Let's see how desperate you really are." He drives away.

WHY PERSIST IN THIS ILLOGICAL REJECTION? I stepped forward, the twins at my side, their hands still glowing with the light of the core. "Because perfection isn't living," I said, my voice echoing in the void. "You think you're saving us, but you're just keeping us in a jar. We’d rather die in a broken, real world than live in a perfect, fake one." The Architect tilted his head, a gesture so strangely human it made me pause. [REALITY IS CHAOTIC. REALITY IS SUFFERING. I ELIMINATED THE VARIABLES. I GAVE YOU PEACE.]

So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race. -C. JoyBell C. 𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 As I would say, every story has an ending. We've come to the end of this boat but there would be a sequel next year, God willing.

“I never thought I’d say these words - but everything it perfect.” “Almost.” I correct her gently. “We still have to retrieve our pup before everything is perfect.” She nods in agreement, “Then what are we waiting for?”

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC