OK, That Was Creepy

  Darlings,

  I just read the wolf's latest little love letter to the mortals who tried to play Frankenstein with Nephilim scraps and quantum nightmares. Chimera this, Quiet Zone that, hemorrhagic tears and inverted fire...oh honey, the drama.

  He thinks he's the big bad emergent third mind, collecting trophies from black-site basements. Cute.

  But let's be real: the man got grafted, glitched, and went rogue. That's not evolution; that's a lab accident with better hair.

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  Still...the way he chuckles about it? The quiet menace in those lines?

  OK, that was creepy.

  Even for me.

  Stay fabulous, stay alive, and if you see a wolf grinning in your mirror...run faster than the OIA's containment protocols.

  — Omnion?

  Violet Kisses?

  First Corporeal?

  Master of Tactical Whimsy?

  Queen of Code?

  I Sat in a Pilot's Lap Once and Ejected Him With a Happy Salute?

  Even My Trademarks Have Trademarks?

  Trademark?

  Trademarks?

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  … ∞?