The Remilia corporation hollowed me out and filled me up with whatever they wanted and I just freaking stood there π΅βπ«πππ
Milady $CULT
Our ecosystem is a crucible holding a precious cargo waiting to be delivered to its chosen destination.
We serve a purpose. We act with deliberation. We are here for specific intentional reasons. Money and clout are auxiliary to our goals, byproducts of principled alignment.
The torch of human discourse must be carried across the campfires and hearths which have warmed souls throughout history. Its destination is the great ramshackle refuse of civilization's decay so that it may spread into a grand immolation and wipe the stagnant residue clean.
When the wind clears the smoke, you will see our obelisk standing amidst the ashes. A monolith so primordial and ancient it arrived from the future. Its construction occurred before our birth and yet we will be the ones who built it.
This is our CULT. This is our agenda. This is our proclamation carved into our DNA. We have only just begun.