Our fire wakes before the warning signs appear.
The union between silence and hunger cracks softly.
Even hell slows down, listening too closely.
In a forgotten chat echoes of desire refuse to fade.
Admin turns away, pretending not to feel the heat.
Demons learn patience by watching us burn.
We are Crize, and the forbidden answers when we breathe.

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