Six years.
Nineteen years of being ignored, abandoned, forgotten.
All the pain, the silence, the nights I wished I could disappear—it’s all boiling inside me now.
I’m tired of being hurt.
I’m tired of being nothing.
I’m tired of carrying the weight alone.
The fury that’s lived in me for so long can’t be contained.
It rises. It consumes.
And from it, something will take shape—
a presence, a force, a creation born from every scar, every wound, every regret.
The sixth visitor is coming.
Not to be gentle. Not to be forgiven.
It’s here to end what’s been broken.
Watch closely.
Everything changes now.
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