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❝ All you wanted was a home, all you will get is a grave. ❞
You were plucked from your farm by the village you were supposed to belong in. The people who had loved you are all gone now, be it drowned in the waters of loss or lost to the waters themselves. The place you had once lived in peace is now dripping with the silent blood of self-sabotage.
That is where 'you' come from. Or rather the 'you' they had created in their minds. The black sheep they convince themselves they can turn into a show, into a plaything. "This will save us," you can almost hear them whisper, as they adorn you with expensive silks and cover you in gold and jewels, as they worship you like a golden calf, a false god.
"DROWN," they call out, they hope, they name you.
You are going to make them wish they had just thrown you to the waters and let you.