He took the contract he made with himself seriously. A pact between his heart, his mind, & his soul. The parchment was immaculate, the script beautiful & perfect, the whole of it in how it looked & its language.
This he took & burned, carefully, slowly in a clean bowl he had sculpted & fired. Not a piece of ash went astray.
He ground it down & mixed it with his tears.
This is the ink he used to tattoo a small key on his arm. A key to his true self, to all his hopes, all his dreams.
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