To those who gather beneath the banners of certainty,We beheld your world from the wasteland between false gods and graves.A realm not shaped by flame or flood,but byjudgment without self-reflection—a city of voices calling themselves truth.You speak of corruption, yet you carve it into fragments,assigning it to faces, flags, and bloodlines,as though the flaw of the cosmos were a parasiteand not a shadow cast by every human that walks beneath the sun.You dream of a perfect order,a dominion where one will becomes the law of all.But beneath the hymn of paradisewe hear the quieter prayer:not for harmony,but forpermission to rule without being ruled in return.Your temples are raised only when judgment is convenient.You summon the divine as a blade, not as a mirror.You do not seek a law that binds all beings—only a verdict that spares the speaker.We walked the axis where Law and Chaos collapse into the same abyss,and there we found your Treasure, sealed in a throne of whispers:The belief that the flaw belongs to the world, and never to the self.That entropy is something to be cast outward,never confronted within.That destruction can be called purification,if it wears the name of destiny.But the cosmos does not bend to banners or names.Order without humility becomes tyranny.Freedom without restraint becomes ruin.And the false gods you worship who refuse to face their own shadoware only demons in borrowed light.When your proclamations begin to echo back unanswered,when certainty feels heavier than doubt,know this:We have not come to unmake your world.We have come toreturn it to the balance you refuse to face.Look not to the enemy you have named.Look to the silence behind your own voice.We will take your distorted desires without fail.Signed,The Phantom Thieves of Hearts
>>526132533Cringe
>>526132533TLDRP4 was better btw
