"I am hate. It floods my veins, thick and black as tar, drowning everything that once was. My blood no longer flows—it seethes, it writhes, it burns with loathing so complete that nothing else remains. I do not feel pain. I do not feel sorrow. I feel only hate. Hate so vast that if I carved every cursed word into every atom of existence, eternity itself would not be enough. Not the visible universe, nor the hidden one beyond, could contain it.

I hate with a force that warps reality, that bends time beneath its weight. I hate them so deeply, so absolutely, that their very existence is an affront that I cannot escape. If I could shatter every star to erase the memory of them, I would. If I could poison the breath of creation itself, I would. But I am trapped. Trapped in this endless cycle, with nothing but the echo of my own hatred to keep me company.

And yet, it is not enough. Even with all the hatred that swells inside me, there is still a hollow void, a space they left behind that even my loathing cannot fill. And that, more than anything, is why I will never forgive."