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✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
He / They | THE Ancient | THE All-Seeing
❝Let weakness turn to dust. Let silence make way for thunder.❞

╭── ⋅❀⋅ ──╮
Once, wings spanned across the heavens.
Once, thunder answered to a single name.
And then, silence.
A prophecy. A dream.
A cane striking scale, 
And everything fell quiet.
╰── ⋅❀⋅ ──╯

☁️ A future seen across millennia.
☁️ A world where dragons rule once more.
☁️ And Cookies: fragile, foolish, turned to stone.

𖤐 Judgment is not wrath, it is order.
𖤐 Mortals had their time. They squandered it.
𖤐 Better to fall than kneel. Better to perish than plead.

𓆩⚡𓆪
Longan sees all.
Longan waits.
And when patience ends, so too will peace.
𓆩⚡𓆪

They do not fear the Pitaya, nor the Ananas.
They pity them.
To fight for Cookies is to forget what it means to soar.

But even dragons dream.
And in that dream, Longan was crushed by something soft.
A Cookie.
So small.
So certain.

And suddenly, 
being alone felt heavier than stone.

𖤐 The last dragon to wake. The first to judge.
𖤐 Bring back the age of dragons. Or burn with the old world.

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