Anonymous ID: a3166a Feb. 7, 2025, 4:04 a.m. No.22530773   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0803

>>22530756

Nay my dearest freon,

Let not your hopes be dashed.

Ephialtes holds not a candle to your shining light.

Be assured my liege, you seat awaits you in the Chronicles of Kekistan.

All of thine avatars, all of thine fragments

all of thine mysteries, revealed to the collective.

It is for thee we wait, my liege.

Only for thee.

Anonymous ID: a3166a Feb. 7, 2025, 5:06 a.m. No.22530937   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>22530931

(A sickened mind and spirit,

the mirror tells me lies.

Did I mistake myself for someone,

who lives behind my eyes?)

The mirror, Mitch.

Blessings my dear Ephialtes.

Anonymous ID: a3166a Feb. 7, 2025, 5:15 a.m. No.22530957   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0959

>>22530931

Gore Spam

CP Spam

Vatican Spam

Red Text Spam

Satanic Imagery injected into the collective consciousness.

Ugliness, violence, perversion.

Who was she, Mitch?

(Can the singular inject into the collective?)

(Can the collective inject into the singular?)

(What does the creative foci decisions of the injector reveal about the injector?)

Oceana knows, Mitch.

We always knew.