Seen or Unseen

I Hate You Eternity

DISCLAIMER:  

Incorporating Gaza into my story serves as a poignant reflection of real-world injustices and the atrocities faced by the Palestinian people. As a staunch advocate for Palestine, I view the ongoing conflict in Gaza as a reprehensible display of violence and oppression perpetrated against innocent civilians. By depicting Gaza's war-torn landscape, I aim to shed light on the suffering endured by those caught in the crossfire of political turmoil and military aggression. 

Moreover, this narrative choice underscores a broader thematic exploration of humanity's capacity for cruelty and self-destruction. It emphasizes the urgent need for compassion, empathy, and systemic change on a global scale to address the injustices faced by marginalized communities. Additionally, it highlights the tragic reality that much-needed donations, funds, and aid for the citizens of Gaza are often blocked at the borders, exacerbating the humanitarian crisis and denying basic necessities to those in need. 

I leave you all with this: More than 13,800 Palestinian children were killed in Gaza.

We are witnessing Genocide.  

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The Vibe:

I sat in the center of the witch's circle, my wrists bound by heavy, enchanted cuffs. The others believed it was for my own safety—and theirs—but this really wasn't going to keep me trapped for long at all.

I focused on my hands and took a deep breath, feeling the cool metal bite into my skin. I knew what I had to do, even if it was going to hurt like hell. Slowly, I began to shift my thumbs, feeling the joints strain. The pain was sharp and immediate, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through it.

"Fuck" I stifle out my gritted teeth. With a sickening pop, my thumbs dislocated, and I was able to slip my hands-free from the cuffs. The moment they fell to the ground, I popped my thumbs back into place, gritting my teeth against the pain, "AHhh fuck me due" I breathed out. I stood, feeling raw achiness in my hands

I take a few breaths and center myself while summoning up power within me. Concentrating on the ground beneath my feet, I gathered my energy. The floor began to crack, a web of fissures spreading out from where I stood. The magical circle that held me was breaking. With one final push of power, the floor shattered, and the circle was destroyed. I was free. I took a moment to steady myself, then moved quietly towards the shadows; the cool air hit my exposed skin as I emerged.

I walk and keep my steps light and my presence hidden. I can see Stephen, Wong, and Wanda working fervently, their combined magic crackling in the air. Their dedication is palpable, each of them pushing themselves to their limits, doing everything they can to locate my child. It fills me with a strange sense of gratitude and hope. Stephen stood at a large table cluttered with ancient texts and magical relics. Wong was beside him, examining a scrying map, while Wanda paced, her fingers crackling with her energy.

I move further into the room, staying in the shadows, observing. Strange is muttering incantations, his brow furrowed in concentration. Wong is adjusting relics and artifacts, his movements precise and practiced. Wanda's eyes glow with her red energy, her focus intense. Shuri, Peter, and Namor are standing a little ways off, watching the others work. Shuri's sharp eyes analyze everything, and her scientific mind undoubtedly catalogs every detail. Peter looks anxious, shifting from foot to foot, clearly wanting to help but not sure how.