nd you. there is no perfect ending here. you seek a utopia everlasting, but there is no such a thing, even as you shove the wrong pieces together. no combination fixes this pain. no combination fixes this hell. you will not accept the forgiveness of a god; let her perish for all of these years she's clung onto. subjectivity is your true enemy. embrace it. swallow it. swallow it like how the gods hope to swallow you, swallow it wholeheartedly and with a horrid joy