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today i once again begin the ritual of trimming my blades. it takes an incredible amount of effort and precision for me not to become a whirling mass of a billion writhing swords. the world should thank me for being so graceful. instead i receive only scorn.

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of this array that adorns my metal skin is one blade left completely untouched. every once in a while the need returns for me to transform into a sword again. the moment my sole untrimmed blade meets with another, i feel the energy surge within me again, and the vicious flurry starts anew.

Ответ для zero aurora🏳️‍⚧️🎭

it takes years to trim all my blades perfectly down to a becoming appearance. but at the moment of bladeclash i am returned to being the very version of myself i used to be. the act of violence transforms every blade back to their original state.

Ответ для zero aurora🏳️‍⚧️🎭

i am a mass of metal that never stops spinning. the peril meets its end only when willpower meets its conclusion.

Ответ для zero aurora🏳️‍⚧️🎭

i pick up the broken pieces and begin to trim the blades again.