Lirik We Are Bulletproof The Eternal Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Have you seen our newly developed bullets? He gestures to the sky as a bunch of shots fly through the air. "These are specially modified to have the ability to pierce the hardest of skins. It's a good thing you've avoided them so far... if one of them had hit you, it would have hurt.

It was a "Defense-by-Certainty." "The Shield is 'Humming' at a 'Perfect-Truth'," Kiri observed, watching as a stray "Draft-Mist" hit the field and instantly turned into a shower of "Standardized-Bolts." "We’ve made the 'Air' around us so 'Correct' that 'Lies' simply fall out of existence. It’s the ultimate 'Sanitizer,' Elen. But it feels... 'Quiet.' Too quiet. We’re losing the 'Echoes' of our own past."

The sky had darkened, streetlights flickering on. “My parents built this from nothing,” Ethan said, staring ahead. “They worked every day. Still do.” “It’s beautiful,” Maya said. He glanced at her. “You don’t have to say that.” “I’m not saying it for you,” she replied. “I mean it.” A car passed. Laughter echoed from down the street. “This is the part people don’t see,” he continued. “They see the bike. The confidence. Not this.” She leaned closer. “This is what makes you who you are.”

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

My voice barely above a whisper “What did I ever do to deserve all this, Leon” There was no answer. Just silence.

It resembled an altar, but not for worship. For testing. Kieran approached it. The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.” Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.

exclaimed the one we asked, they looked at the two of us before leaving the motorcycle on the side. When we got to the front of the door, Harold just knocked, he can't use his powers in public, we noticed that they were like me, they couldn't divulge their true selves in the quiet city, and no virus had spread to them because it was easy not to leave it and they did not spread the virus to other places.

“We’ve got asses to kick first.” I grinned, my heart racing, our chemistry was like fire that grows with each flame, our love a weapon. We moved fast, my hands grabbing a black hoodie, plain black trousers, and underneath my hoodie I wore a bulletproof vest, Ethan matching me, his Glock tucked into his waistband, my Beretta heavy in my grip.

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END