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Following my gaze, he picked up the most vibrantly blooming rose and tore it apart with his bare hands. Rebecca warned him anxiously, “Mr. Hans, be careful. It has thorns.” He waved the mangled rose and said dismissively, “Who cares if it has thorns? Everything I set my sights on, I either possess or destroy. No matter how sharp the thorns, once the roots are soaked and rotten, they’ll be docile.” He turned his head and ordered the butler coldly, “Water them all to death.” I looked at him in disbelief.

It is right? I tried not to overthink the part where he wrote “He was nothing like you.” I knew it meant nothing. It was just as candid as the words themselves. So, why I couldn’t I stop my pulse from racing? Why did it feel like I was running out of breath, and that I would fall to the ground if I didn’t stop moving? “Damn!” I whispered, pushing my hair back with a hand. “Marcus, he’s just being kind to you. You are not loved starved, so why are you acting like it?”

Because for the first time. There’s nothing clear to focus on. Nothing defined. Nothing certain. “I don’t know how to fight this anymore.”

Now…he says Nothing. Just that slight tightening of his grip on my wrist. Then, finally..they’re mapping us The words landed wrong and heaavy. What does that mean? I asked It means this isn’t random His voice lowered. Focused “They’re closing space forcing movement. Forcing us where? Then came a beat “I don’t know yet.”tomas said That yet did nothing to comfort me the hum in the walls deepened a vibration now. Subtle but growing. Like something powering up Or waking up

Just— Nothing. The pressure builds. Not physical. Conceptual. Like something is trying to exist where existence no longer applies. Matteo’s voice is tight. “Tell me this holds.” “It has to,” I say. The pressure increases. Stronger. More focused. They’re trying to act. To force a result. To impose something. But there’s no structure to impose it on. No system to influence. No connection to use. And slowly— The pressure stops. Not fading.

"No, dogs" Very funny, but please keep them away from me, as I fear them so badly. "Why?" "They give me goosebumps." "Sitting with cats is the only thing I love in my life" "Why only one thing?" she said excitedly. "There are many things that you should love because they can make you happy and not just one thing, like eating ice cream or grilled meat, seeing a rainbow after the rain, hearing music playing, sitting with family and friends, and finally sleeping." after fatigue and exhaustion

Unless we found out the reason, every step would be a deadly move in attempting to end this all. "Why can't you just feed this almadate to everyone? It worked for me." Grace said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Because, it's impossible to have that large quantity made. There's barely enough for us all to use." Luke responded. "We could make more with my help. Although even if I helped, I don't think it's enough to stop a machine powerful enough to tame the world." His dad pointed out. We all had our focus on what he was saying until a loud scream from Lolita distraced us all.

Now there's no going back. No holding back.

that ensured the universe would always remain "Imperfect." "We are the 'Fifth-Force'," Audrey projected, her voice now a "Universal-Frequency" that vibrated the core of every atom in existence. "We are the 'Force-of-Friction.' We are the reason that things 'Break.' We are the reason that things 'Age.' We are the reason that things 'Try.' Without us, the universe is a 'Still-Life.' With us, it is a 'Great-Work'."