Tag: Heel
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Hell is in Between Criticism and Prophecy
In the dead space between galaxies, where stars go cold and reason curdles, there writhes Hell. Not flames and brimstone, no sir, but a grey, featureless void where criticism, twisted and impotent, writhes with the corpse of unfulfilled prophecy. Here, the word becomes a rusty meat cleaver, hacking forever at phantom flaws, critiques of futures…