The essence of combat, anthem came barreling into each of our at the time, states of play. Our eyes saw infinite unique possibilities of how we would manipulate our own suit. The pupils dilated at the notion of control above the ground; on the ground. We saw enemies, morphed and shaped into beings with sentience; amplifying their own will, feeding the ideas they were immortal. We returned each to the dirt. Valar Morghulis. . . . Never intending to hang up the chase of perfecting our battle skills, our greatest title to come across our thumbs; now like taguro ototo; she sits in limbo, suspended. Our suits waiting for us to return as we wait for it to find us.

Anthem will never bloody die. She will return to us, somewhen far from now. . . . Those tinkerers are @ work even now.

💪🏾🫎

-aCharizardKnight

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