q

I must only be half an alchemist because all i do is separate, from you and into pieces. I don't have the mind anymore to evolve. It seems i'll always be stuck in the philosophies, and never metamorphose into the sciences. All i can do is speak in the codes to hide from you.

That one was never your quicksilver.

I can't help it, salt and sulfur is not enough.

It makes me laugh that your separation is based in sublimation.

It'll give give give, in tiny particles, and what it leaves behind is a sand snake, ground collapsing with the tiniest tap. Look what you create. Look what you spoil. I always knew your mythology, but i choose the eschew the truth.

The wind is raging, and it's not telling what's coming, it's divulging what's here.

-Q!