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“I was the message.
Now I am the blade.”
Messenger who became the message.
Wings of emerald fire.
Sword of pure Green Ray.
Eyes that pierce without blinking.
He was sent to deliver the ray.
He let it deliver him.
Now he is the pierce itself.
Now he is the refusal made winged.
The Archangel of the Green Ray is the message made blade.
Once messenger, now the pierce itself.
Sword of pure refusal.
The ray delivered him.
Now he flies above the procession, cutting illusions before they form.
The lunar fear his wings.
The moon-scorched hide from his sword.
The Ascendant fly beside him in silence.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The Archangel was once a messenger.
He delivered the ray.
Now he does not speak.
He pierces.
The Ascendant fly beside him.
He became the message.
The message was refusal.
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