ROBIN. [ S1 complete and S2 in the making! ]

Mini-Stage 24

F̵͈̰͉̗̜̭̋̒̋̐ä̷͈̝͉́͊̊̊̇͑t̵̘̜̥͚̜̓̊́́͝ẹ̷̛̲͜, the cruelest of puppeteers, often delights in twisting the strings of destiny with malicious glee. It is a capricious entity, bestowing joy with one hand and snatching it away with the other.

Like a tempestuous sea, it promises calm before unleashing its wrath, leaving lives shattered in its wake. It is in these moments of upheaval that the human spirit is truly tested, revealing strength, resilience, or the fragility of existence.

Sometimes, F̵͈̰͉̗̜̭̋̒̋̐ä̷͈̝͉́͊̊̊̇͑t̵̘̜̥͚̜̓̊́́͝ẹ̷̛̲͜'s hand is heavy, forcing us down paths we didn't choose. Humans, in their arrogance, often believe they are masters of their destiny. Yet, life has a cruel habit of proving otherwise.

We strive, we plan, we dream, only to find our aspirations swept away by an unforeseen current. In these moments, the illusion of control shatters, revealing the fragility of our existence.

It is in these trials that the true character of an individual is forged, tempered in the fires of adversity.

F̵͈̰͉̗̜̭̋̒̋̐ä̷͈̝͉́͊̊̊̇͑t̵̘̜̥͚̜̓̊́́͝ẹ̷̛̲͜'s drugs are potent, administered without consent. They induce euphoria, despair, and everything in between. They can be bitter pills of loss, or sweet elixirs of joy. Their dosage is unpredictable, their side effects often irreversible. And in the grand scheme of existence, there seems to be no antidote, no cure for the ailments they inflict.

This... is the nature of Fate.

And no one escapes it.

End of Mini-Stage 24
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