Erik/Magneto's p.o.v
Blissful illusions, estranged familiarity, serendipity. A triangular arc, a rotating hourglass, a different kind of class. Nails in your hands, God's unspoken words. Encrypted messages, doomsday prophecies. Estranged familiarity, sacred holy matrimony. Bittersweet irony, these raindrops that are falling from the sky and down your face. An early morning brutal wake up call, my great awakening. An inverted time loop, spiraling out of control, my safe false hope.