No, there was no fate here—no providence, no divine orchestration of the heavens above. The stars did not conspire, nor did some mysterious force compel our meeting. No, I saw you, across the clamor, across the sea of meaningless faces, and in that moment I chose you. You, solitary amidst a crowd, luminous yet unknown. Do not delude yourself with fantasies of destiny, for it was not fate—it was I.
Yes, I chose you.
I remained by your side that night, not from some weakness, not because I could not bring myself to turn away, but because I determined it so. Every word exchanged, every subtle glance, every gesture—it all unfolded because I willed it. I shaped each moment, like a sculptor's hand crafting raw marble, chiseling the world around us to fit my design.
When we met again—oh, do not believe that was a mere accident. It was no gift from the cosmos, no kind twist of fortune. It was my intention, my decision, my power. I sought you, bestowed upon you the rare honor of my gaze, and in that moment, your world bent around me. You breathe in my presence because I allow it, and you continue to orbit me, powerless to escape, because I permit it.
And when the time comes—yes, that time will come—when all you know crumbles, when you find yourself on the precipice, reduced to fragments, remember this well: every shudder, every wound, every drop of blood you spill will be because I willed it. This path? I carved it. This reality? I created it. And you? You are bound to me, chained to my design.
So cry out, suffer, feel the weight of it all. Bleed, if you must—do you see? Even your suffering is of my making. It is all part of the fate I wrote for you.
It's all me, because I chose it. I chose you.
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Moonshine
CasualeDescription for this is a bit overrated, but there's really no end to this beginning.
