When I wrote the first word, it was destined to be a lie. Above lies bloom the bright flowers of truth.
Walking through the darkness, growing up in lies, growing entangled with each other, there is nothing that cannot be said, and there is nothing that cannot be captured in your thoughts through my mouth. All I have to do is extract truth from lies.
Shhh, are you ready for this lie? Do you accept the truth that blooms in lies?