Boy looks good.
Boy looks fine.
Boy speaks in his Resurrection Language
and doesn't realise
what he has imbibed.
Boy doesn't realise the enormity
of singing.
Boy doesn't understand the 77,033-year-old history
of what he is reviving.
Boy needs to know that he must return himself to ashes
--- but why?
This boy is thriving.
This boy grew his Whiskers out long, and sharp, and magnificent.
This boy has learnt that any sort of striving
for a better humanity does not, under any circumstances,
make you a divinity;
it is knowledge, and status, and power,
that he wandered into very accidentally.
And actually
boy met boy all the way back in 2014.
If people wanted boy to stop
they should have been doing something
from much earlier. Now, the abusers' powers
are weakening.
Boy has really honestly never stopped travelling
in his mind. The graph has grown exponentially;
the Resurrection Language has been unearthed.
The boy, whether he likes it or not,
has finally become part of the story.
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