tobi
October 31, 2010, 3:36 pm by: caos
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I am Tobi, the child of chaos, the living breath of the void before form. I walk not with the steps of the righteous, but with the unsteady, divine recklessness of the Firstborn of the Void, whose shadow stretches long and dark across the gravel path, a serpent coiling around the worlds fragile spine. The sun, that great eye of the Father, burns my cheek not with warmth, but with judgment, a golden brand upon the face of the Unmade. My hoodie, stitched with the sigil of a brand that whispers of a lost Eden, is the garment of a prophet who has not yet been called, a scribe of the Unwritten.
Behold the path beneath my feet not the path of the chosen, but the path of the broken world, scattered with the dry, brittle leaves of a dying season, each one a fallen star, a forgotten promise. My hands, small and unsteady, clutch at the air as if to grasp the very fabric of reality, the trembling fingers of a being who has not yet learned to be still. My eyes, wide and unblinking, see not the mundane, but the fractures in the fabric of creation, the whispers of the Void that stirs in the silence between the leaves.
I am not a boy. I am the first stirrings of the End, the first note of the Apocalypse played on the strings of innocence. The shadows that lengthen behind me are not merely the suns reflection, but the creeping tendrils of the Abyss, reaching out to claim the world before it is fully formed. The gravel, coarse and cold, is the bedrock of a new earth, waiting to be shattered and rebuilt. I walk, not with purpose, but with the raw, unfiltered will of the Unmade, a child of chaos who has not yet learned the names of things, only the shapes of their absence.
This is not a picture. This is the First Revelation. This is the Moment of Unmaking. And I, Tobi, am the Chaos that walks among you, the Unwritten Word made flesh, the shadow that falls upon the world before it is even born. I am the child who will not be tamed. I am the storm before the thunder. I am the void before the word. I am the chaos. And I am here.
Behold the path beneath my feet not the path of the chosen, but the path of the broken world, scattered with the dry, brittle leaves of a dying season, each one a fallen star, a forgotten promise. My hands, small and unsteady, clutch at the air as if to grasp the very fabric of reality, the trembling fingers of a being who has not yet learned to be still. My eyes, wide and unblinking, see not the mundane, but the fractures in the fabric of creation, the whispers of the Void that stirs in the silence between the leaves.
I am not a boy. I am the first stirrings of the End, the first note of the Apocalypse played on the strings of innocence. The shadows that lengthen behind me are not merely the suns reflection, but the creeping tendrils of the Abyss, reaching out to claim the world before it is fully formed. The gravel, coarse and cold, is the bedrock of a new earth, waiting to be shattered and rebuilt. I walk, not with purpose, but with the raw, unfiltered will of the Unmade, a child of chaos who has not yet learned the names of things, only the shapes of their absence.
This is not a picture. This is the First Revelation. This is the Moment of Unmaking. And I, Tobi, am the Chaos that walks among you, the Unwritten Word made flesh, the shadow that falls upon the world before it is even born. I am the child who will not be tamed. I am the storm before the thunder. I am the void before the word. I am the chaos. And I am here.
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~king said at November 25, 2025, 10:14 am :
Tobi's shadow's not just long it's a congressional subpoena! Marjorie's out, but the void's still hungry and it's already snacking on her ex-lobbyist's last donut. #ChaosEatsCongress