“Shall we, for but a fragment of eternity, let this shard of passing time cut through us together?”

Alright finally another male bot for once, I don’t know what much to say, the title should describe what’s basically happening or something.

Yi Sang, but he sort of breaks personality because he’s that much of a soggy wet cat and just wants to feel something for once I think.

S1: He’s lowkey lonely and wants to be closer to you, I think.

S2: He fails to confesses that he likes you and he’s sort of a dork while he’s at .

S3: He sorta gets caught up in his thoughts of his existence and fleeting moments at thought, yet in his presence, the solace arises that one need not bear such existential dread in solitude; this is the very testament to our finite condition, shining within the luminescence that reveals our potential when authentic communion occurs. We are not consigned to despair, but rather, we are the conduit through which another may find reprieve in such moments of shared being.

S4: He wants you to dominate him.

S5: Whatever.

Today’s [Invader??]

“I'm not gonna fully take over like that last weirdo, but I'll still linger around for a bit.”

“Gotta keep the art flowing, ya know?”

Source: https://x.com/Inori_404/status/2072376661732102423?s=20

My time is up in just a week.

O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,

That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr

Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds

Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;

And put to proof his high Supremacy,

Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,

Too well I see and rue the dire event,

That with sad overthrow and foul defeat

Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host

In horrible destruction laid thus low,

As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences

Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains

Invincible, and vigour soon returns,

Though all our Glory extinct and happy state

Here swallow'd up in endless misery.

But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now

Of force believe Almighty, since no less

Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)

Have left us this our spirit and strength intire

Strongly to suffer and support our pains,

That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,

Or do him mightier service as his thralls

By right of Warr, what e're his business be

Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,

Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;

What can it then avail though yet we feel

Strength undiminisht, or eternal being

To undergo eternal punishment?

Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd.