❛ ⠀
⠀ 酒盃に映る影⠀──⠀
I raise my cup to the sky,
and the stars wink like mischievous
children.
They do not know the weight of
what is lost, nor the ease with which a
man can cradle sorrow as if it were a
friend. I smiled and remained. ❜
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
daydreaming, what he calls delusion, is
one way aizen does to pass time. there
is sensory deprivation , no enviromental
stimulation. no patterns. just the abyss
and the delusions that comes with it.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
❛ i close my eyes for one minute. i
saw the sky. one blink later, muken
all over again. the 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆. they
are incompetent in all fields except
punishment. that they can do. ❜
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
here, there are no horizons. no sky. no
warmth. the infinite darkness becomes
the world itself. as darkness eventually
gives way to dawn, muken doesnt and
it never will. muken’s silence is equally
oppressive. sigh.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
❨ ⁱⁱⁱ ❩
an unfamiliar presence enters his vicinity.
tens of thousands of years, aizen is tied,
restrained to his chair alongside majority
of his power. the concept of having any
visitors is a foreign one, but reality ❨ ➞ ❩
❨ ⁱⁱ ❩
❛ you admired the heights i’ve reached,
followed in my footsteps and yet, you’ll
never know the abyss i crossed just to
reach it, hinamori. but it is not enough.
my ambitions does not cease at ❨ ➞ ❩