FINAL WEEK

[akudamods]

Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.

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[akudamods]

[ Hey Sephiroth, you thought you were done here? Now that the old man hit the ground all resigned and quiet? Nope, there is a particularly ugly mask showing up in the middle of the frame. You're just looking into this beautiful sho-in zukuri style study populated by one (1) big golden mask the size of a person's mascot costume with unmoving lips. It looks like it has a lot to say. And boy, does it sound flamboyant. ]

Spitfires, bombshells, terrorists and friends! Did you miss me? This is the one and only Matador of Love coming through for one special announcement from the beyond! ❤

They were going to send us to hell, but oh, what a taste in punishment this place has.

Have you ever wished to live through your happiest moments, forever and forever? To relive your experiences only gentler, warmer, more wholesome? Have you ever longed to be so sickeningly suffocated in everything that is soft and saccharine that it makes you ache? Then maybe you should have focused less on killing and more on dying!

But of course, it comes with a catch! This is not the garden Eden I am seeking for there is no love to be found here whatsoever. In between time and space, we're still just fragments that exist to be used!

The dolls in the dollhouse dance because they must, there is no passion and joy in it. Yet the dolls look for further 'offerings'.

[ There is a short break, it looks like the mask might be finished talking. The rest of the study setting in its delicate decoration even starts to rumble and recede from view, like an earthquake is approaching. But then... in a much lower and angrier voice. ]

Get me out of here. Destroy it if you must. [ ..... ] And make it a spectacle.

[With that, the frame is empty. You see the stone wall inside.]

[inspiritus]

[ That is a familiar voice he hadn't anticipated on hearing once more, but even so despite that he listens closely to what's being said.

...Despite everything, Adam remains completely and fully himself, hm?

Even death can't change that man. ]

Adam, is it?

Putting your hopes on those such as us...especially when we've hardly formed a close alliance. Is it desperation, perhaps?

[ But either way, the message has been heard.

Only time will tell what he will do with it. Though, Sephiroth won't forget it. ]