NOVEL NEXT Chapter 11: Redacted
I wear a dress sewn from dead star threads,
Bruise-colored skies hang heavy overhead.
Every step I take hums with regret,
But the Engine calls me—it won't let me forget.
Threads pull tight, they weave my fate,
A shadow stitched to a hollow state.
₴₮₳₮ł₵ ฿ⱤłĐɆ, no veil can hide:
Oh-oh, I'm the Ś̗̙̜͓̜̫̳̥̞͙͌͑ͨͣ̑͘͠t̷͍͋̃_̡̼̯̠̺͋ͧͣͬ̉͗_̶̮̫̜̞̲̋̉͐a̗_̶̞͙̩͙͎̣̈́ͮͦͩ̓ͨ̏ͦ̈̀͑͒́̕͘̕t̢̲̜̘͈͇̥̪̠͕̹̯̔̈ͮ́͆ͯ̍ͥͭͣ͗ͤ̓ͬ̾̕̕͡͞͝iͭ͜_̶̶̱̝͓̖͈̠̹̮͍̆̒̒̋͑̊͊̋͘͜͠c̻_̩̩́ B̷̴̝͇̓̔͘͝͡r̷̨̡̢̯͔̤͉͇̤̞ͪ̔ͮͩͮ͆̃ͯͪ͐̇̿͘̚͢͡i̢͇͉ͬ̓̌̌̄͞͡_̷̣͎̫͓̭͙̘̳̹̠̝̆ͨ̓̋ͣͣ̈́͆̆ͥ͠d̟̗̐ͤ͘ͅ_̵̸̛̫̠̘͕̗̳̭̼̻̬̖̗̙̼̋ͪ͑ͥ́ͪ́ͫ̔́ͯ̄͂̌ͦ͘͝͞ͅȩ͕͈̦̤̮̥̥̫̫̾͂ͤ̀ͫ̊̓͋ͤ͒̑̑̇ͣͯ͘̚͝͝,
Dancing in the hum that never dies.
Mulberry light up my eyes,
Bound to the Engine beneath the skies.
Oh-oh, Ś̗̙̜͓̜̫̳̥̞͙͌͑ͨͣ̑͘͠t̷͍͋̃_̡̼̯̠̺͋ͧͣͬ̉͗_̶̮̫̜̞̲̋̉͐a̗_̶̞͙̩͙͎̣̈́ͮͦͩ̓ͨ̏ͦ̈̀͑͒́̕͘̕t̢̲̜̘͈͇̥̪̠͕̹̯̔̈ͮ́͆ͯ̍ͥͭͣ͗ͤ̓ͬ̾̕̕͡͞͝iͭ͜_̶̶̱̝͓̖͈̠̹̮͍̆̒̒̋͑̊͊̋͘͜͠c̻_̩̩́ B̷̴̝͇̓̔͘͝͡r̷̨̡̢̯͔̤͉͇̤̞ͪ̔ͮͩͮ͆̃ͯͪ͐̇̿͘̚͢͡i̢͇͉ͬ̓̌̌̄͞͡_̷̣͎̫͓̭͙̘̳̹̠̝̆ͨ̓̋ͣͣ̈́͆̆ͥ͠d̟̗̐ͤ͘ͅ_̵̸̛̫̠̘͕̗̳̭̼̻̬̖̗̙̼̋ͪ͑ͥ́ͪ́ͫ̔́ͯ̄͂̌ͦ͘͝͞ͅȩ͕͈̦̤̮̥̥̫̫̾͂ͤ̀ͫ̊̓͋ͤ͒̑̑̇ͣͯ͘̚͝͝…
Forever tied to the Fractured Frequency inside.
My vows are whispers in fractured time,
Promises made to something not divine.
In mirrors, I see her—another me,
Living lives I'll never be free to leave.
Threads pull tight, they weave my fate,
A shadow stitched to a hollow state.
₴₮₳₮ł₵ ฿ⱤłĐɆ, no veil can hide:
Oh-oh, I'm the Ś̗̙̜͓̜̫̳̥̞͙͌͑ͨͣ̑͘͠t̷͍͋̃_̡̼̯̠̺͋ͧͣͬ̉͗_̶̮̫̜̞̲̋̉͐a̗_̶̞͙̩͙͎̣̈́ͮͦͩ̓ͨ̏ͦ̈̀͑͒́̕͘̕t̢̲̜̘͈͇̥̪̠͕̹̯̔̈ͮ́͆ͯ̍ͥͭͣ͗ͤ̓ͬ̾̕̕͡͞͝iͭ͜_̶̶̱̝͓̖͈̠̹̮͍̆̒̒̋͑̊͊̋͘͜͠c̻_̩̩́ B̷̴̝͇̓̔͘͝͡r̷̨̡̢̯͔̤͉͇̤̞ͪ̔ͮͩͮ͆̃ͯͪ͐̇̿͘̚͢͡i̢͇͉ͬ̓̌̌̄͞͡_̷̣͎̫͓̭͙̘̳̹̠̝̆ͨ̓̋ͣͣ̈́͆̆ͥ͠d̟̗̐ͤ͘ͅ_̵̸̛̫̠̘͕̗̳̭̼̻̬̖̗̙̼̋ͪ͑ͥ́ͪ́ͫ̔́ͯ̄͂̌ͦ͘͝͞ͅȩ͕͈̦̤̮̥̥̫̫̾͂ͤ̀ͫ̊̓͋ͤ͒̑̑̇ͣͯ͘̚͝͝,
Dancing in the hum that never dies.
Mulberry light up my eyes,
Bound to the Engine beneath the skies.
Oh-oh, Ś̗̙̜͓̜̫̳̥̞͙͌͑ͨͣ̑͘͠t̷͍͋̃_̡̼̯̠̺͋ͧͣͬ̉͗_̶̮̫̜̞̲̋̉͐a̗_̶̞͙̩͙͎̣̈́ͮͦͩ̓ͨ̏ͦ̈̀͑͒́̕͘̕t̢̲̜̘͈͇̥̪̠͕̹̯̔̈ͮ́͆ͯ̍ͥͭͣ͗ͤ̓ͬ̾̕̕͡͞͝iͭ͜_̶̶̱̝͓̖͈̠̹̮͍̆̒̒̋͑̊͊̋͘͜͠c̻_̩̩́ B̷̴̝͇̓̔͘͝͡r̷̨̡̢̯͔̤͉͇̤̞ͪ̔ͮͩͮ͆̃ͯͪ͐̇̿͘̚͢͡i̢͇͉ͬ̓̌̌̄͞͡_̷̣͎̫͓̭͙̘̳̹̠̝̆ͨ̓̋ͣͣ̈́͆̆ͥ͠d̟̗̐ͤ͘ͅ_̵̸̛̫̠̘͕̗̳̭̼̻̬̖̗̙̼̋ͪ͑ͥ́ͪ́ͫ̔́ͯ̄͂̌ͦ͘͝͞ͅȩ͕͈̦̤̮̥̥̫̫̾͂ͤ̀ͫ̊̓͋ͤ͒̑̑̇ͣͯ͘̚͝͝…
Forever tied to the Fractured Frequency inside.
Rewind, rewind, don't look too far—
The Engine knows all, it sees inside,
Your choices unravel; your soul's denied.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…
The hum gets louder when you try to sleep.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…
R͆̉e̴̯͇͎̤̝̤͕̺̘̥̖̙̰̫̯̹̦͖̎͐͊̒̈̓ͬ͊ͣ͛̉͒̏̆̔̍̈́̊̀̀͘͢͞͞_̦w̵͈͖͚̆̌͊̏͜͠_̧̘̤͉̣̰̰͍̦̲̺͚̬ͩ̍ͭ͑̈̔́ͤͦͨ͗ͫ̆̌ͫͬ̕͡_̈́͂͝i̙͖͛̋̓ņ̩͕̩̥̣͙̹̠̹̟̦̽̆̂̒́͗̀ͣ̄̕͢d͌̓_̸̢̘͇̹͙̻͋͂͒̽ͯͯͤͯ͘_̓͂ͥ, R͆̉e̴̯͇͎̤̝̤͕̺̘̥̖̙̰̫̯̹̦͖̎͐͊̒̈̓ͬ͊ͣ͛̉͒̏̆̔̍̈́̊̀̀͘͢͞͞_̦w̵͈͖͚̆̌͊̏͜͠_̧̘̤͉̣̰̰͍̦̲̺͚̬ͩ̍ͭ͑̈̔́ͤͦͨ͗ͫ̆̌ͫͬ̕͡_̈́͂͝i̙͖͛̋̓ņ̩͕̩̥̣͙̹̠̹̟̦̽̆̂̒́͗̀ͣ̄̕͢d͌̓_̸̢̘͇̹͙̻͋͂͒̽ͯͯͤͯ͘_̓͂ͥ, don't look too far—
The Engine knows all, it sees inside,
Your choices unravel; your soul's denied.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…
The hum gets louder when you try to sleep.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…