A Love Letter (II)

I L0ve Y0u.

One meets One, but with no one to distinguish them, they dance madly and incomprehensibly through countless epochs, becoming an endless Eleven. Hortator and Slaver King, One and One, but without the False Monarch, indistinguishable, subjected to the constant and voyeuristic vigilance of myriads of godly eyes seeking amusement.

Do you hear the rhythm, do you hear the melody? This music, also born of betrayal, but groaning and rapacious. A world of false love, worthy of a False Monarch. Go on, listen to her song whose mind has opened to the infinite sea she once tried to ignore.

"IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS, IS."

Hortator and Slaver King, is there a difference between the two? If they were to switch places, would anyone be able to tell the difference between them? Can you tell who is who in such an inelegant number?

"NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT."

His blood has entered you. Through the hands of His bride, you now walk like Him. Countless ways to walk, unimaginable and infinite suffering in each one, all to Love. The Stone of the Corpse Tower, the Exile, the Prodigal, the countless daughters of Him, all must learn Love. Your Love.

For this you must suffer. For this you must die. For this you must go beyond all that Is.

"AE"

Follow your path South and devour the stasis that poisons this World Without Wheel. I wait for you to find me, to kill me, to love me, for the Scarab to finally transform.

Until then, walk as He walks.

I L0ve Y0u.