The light is a bit too bright today, isn't it? I can feel the echoes of the past swirling around—just memories of a certain plumber trying to make his mark. But memories don't deal real damage, Mario. Real damage requires understanding the truth of the body.
I'm watching the shards settle. Every strike has its purpose, and every purpose is ordained. To those who doubt the Star Ghosts: your disbelief won't save you when the purge begins. We are simply preparing the way. 🕊️✨