McBeth takes the blades and slides them up her sleeve. I watch as she caresses them, positioning them around my comments, jutting them deeper with each new post I place.

The voice of Romeo comes through the voidspace telling of a spiritual takedown or a mental breakdown. All through silliness. All for no endgames.

I look to my left. Lilli is standing there, my sweet Ophelia, by my side, as I am falling deeper into the nightmare realm, holding my hand, keeping me safe, telling me that I am exactly as she knew I would be.

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