monlitree

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monlitree

Mom, we have coffee? 
          – No.
          Then I shall forge a universe drenched in suffering, a nightmarish reflection of every wound, every scar etched into the very core of my soul. In this forsaken world, happiness will be but a forgotten echo, a cruel illusion that fades before it can be grasped. The people who have wronged me will be condemned to an eternity of torment, ensnared in an unrelenting cycle of agony, battling against monstrous forces they can never hope to defeat. This is no mere creation—it is my reckoning, an unholy mirror of everything I’ve endured, where the very essence of despair reigns supreme.