how hard can you fall when you have touched the stars?
at what point is salvation a curse?
to what means are the end and how much would you sacrifice?
how much would you —
at the end of the hallway there is a door. if you
decide to open the door you will have to make
a choice. and if you make the wrong choice
you will have to suffer. nobody makes up these rules.
one day you will learn this secret. today is not that day.
walk to the door and doom yourself.
a son of the sky is not novel. here lives a
storybook of heroics. there is a pattern here,
spun into this tapestry, a rhythm.
here lies the summary:
a hero screaming in the pits of hell,
a hero with a hand full of flowers,
a hero with a crown and a lover.
have you made your choice?
this is not a singular story, not
words. it's alive. to fall you need to
touch the stars. to touch the stars you
need to rule the world. time is meaningless
as you read the universe.
a lesson: you were carved into this form;
do not have too much pride yet.