We Will not be Swayed

We will not be swayed. 

The attempt to sway millions into a delusion will not work. 

Why? Because humanity cannot be erased. 

The plan to propagandize social media will backfire.

Why? Because the masses are smarter than you think. 

We collectively saw what was done and what was said by the people who have done it.

Anything you do now will not brainwash us into believing that a small group with no support are the scary monsters.

We stand firm. 

Your lies are blocked from our ears.

We see through your deceit

Our spirit is larger than our sight.

Whispers In Motion

This piece, “Whispers in Motion”, operates at the intersection of text and abstraction, situating itself in a lineage of modern and contemporary art that blurs the boundary between language and visual form. The composition layers handwritten script beneath gestural, biomorphic markings in vibrant green, suggesting a tension between the legibility of words and the immediacy of visual rhythm.

The text, partially obscured yet still present, recalls the strategies of artists like Cy Twombly or Jean-Michel Basquiat, who utilized handwriting not merely as communication but as texture and emotional residue. Here, the words function as a ground—a whispered undercurrent—while the spirals, arcs, and angular strokes dominate the visual field, almost as if they are erupting from the text itself. The act of concealment and revelation creates a dual experience: viewers are simultaneously invited to “read” and “see,” yet are denied full access to either.

The swirling green motifs evoke associations with ancient glyphs or ritual markings, imbuing the work with a sense of timelessness and mystery. Their repetitive, almost calligraphic quality suggests movement—dances of energy across the surface—while the earthy brown script anchors the work in something human and intimate. This oscillation between the personal and the universal, the seen and the hidden, positions the piece as a meditation on communication itself: how much of our truths remain buried, coded, or only partially expressed.

The black background heightens this duality, acting both as void and stage. It emphasizes the vibrancy of the green, transforming the symbols into luminous presences, as if they were neon traces hovering in the dark. The signature and date in red at the bottom corner assert the artist’s presence—reminding us that despite the obscurity and mystery, this is not a relic but a contemporary statement, alive in 2025.

Ultimately, the work compels viewers into an active role. It resists passive consumption, demanding attention, curiosity, and interpretation. Like whispers overheard but not fully understood, it leaves space for projection, imagination, and personal resonance.

Chapter 14: Maybe She Knows (It ends well)

 "What the fuck?"

Michelle finds herself strapped to a iron-framed bed with IVs attached to her arms. 

"How the hell I ended up here?" She looks for any form of familiarity in the space she's in. concrete white walls, a low humming in the room, and a black empty plastic chair at the side of her bed. "Am I in a hospital?" She slips off her bed and peers out the door. Nurses, doctors, and civilians walk throughout the halls. She hears chattering and murmuring. Its kind of quiet. She noticed a sign that says "psych ward" so there's no mistake that she's in a hospital. 

The only thing Michelle remembers was slicing off the head of King Farsnet's head so how that ends up with her in the hospital. She lays back down on the bed. A doctor slips through into the room. 

"Ah, you're awake Ms. Lots. How are you feeling this morning?"

Oh shit, I am in a hospital I have to be careful about what I say or else I may be in here for a lot longer. But I think I decide to be honest. 

"I am calmly perplexed. What happened doctor...?"

"Oh right, I am doctor Sense. I should have said that when I came in. Well, you've been having some fun haven't you? Someone found you frothing at the mouth on a sidewalk near your home and we found a some substances in your blood." 

"Did anyone come visit?"

"No. You were here all alone. That was sad to see. But, since you're lucid now you can go back home if you'll like. But you need to stop whatever you're doing because I assume you do not want to go through this again" 

"OK doctor Sense. I won't do this again"

Her vision flashes in and out. Blood. Red. Head. Screams and tears. 

Sorry to break it to ya but Farsnet is dead and Michelle Lots will have to pay. 

FARSNET, FARSNET, FARSNET.

Chapter 13: This and That and That and This

 Author's notes:

I've noticed that this story is very much like my real life. I do not put too much details in it but I still tend to have my experiences which makes me a good writer. Well, maybe not a good writer but a writer all the same. The stories been confusing as my head been in a confused state but I am getting out of it so I can go back to living my life as I want. I am pretty sure anyone reading this can relate, not compare. Now, onto the narrative...

The Aftermath

"It has came to my attention that something is going on," Michelle's mother says as she washes the carrots in the sink. "It's not funny what is going on so why smile?" 

"I am not sure on what you're speaking about mom" Michelle winces as she speaks, rubbing her forearm. Her mother's husband just sits there with a freaked look, the kind of look you see when a father looks at his child saying what is this magical thing that I've produced? Michelle never gets why he would stare at her like that given that he is not her father father per say, but she rolls with it. 

"Here's the truth...." Michelle recounts days of feeling pulled in, getting confused, demanding time but always turns to an argument, demanding space but always guilted back into it. It as in a relationship. She never been through something like this before. All her other relationships always ended dramatically but at the same time peacefully. But she was still in love and felt the connections made in her brain as wrapped and not normal. Her mother, saddened, her step-father consoling. She always liked how understood she felt with her father. Always hated her mother. 

I guess Michelle never felt seen around her...or maybe see so much of her in her mother that she could not stand it. Maybe the thing she could not stand was being a woman. Being born a woman. It is a awful ordeal that no man can ever understand. Being born a woman. 

Being born a woman, heck, learning about women's rights and the subhuman standard women hold in society at the time this is written is a nightmare...no man can ever understand that. Sure, we have our similarities, but no man can understand it. But given that I am so behind I guess I am behind on what gender is in society. 

"I am just tired. I'll go to sleep" Michelle says yawning. "Thank you for listening to me."

When Michelle left with Neste she had to fight him off. Actually fight him off. She knows that she has had a hand on the problems that seeped throughout the relationship. But, she is a prideful person so please give her patience as she changes to a humble person outside of a relationship that brings out impulsivity. 

Most people do not believe in astrology. But I believe the stars do not lie. It is all general and sure people can make it seem like a witness to a destruction but it is always something else. Something else as in, none of your business. 

Michelle as she writes: I am not passing blame. We both could have been better. But, given that we act on each other's delusions it cannot make any sense but to have independence from each other. I accept my faith and will do what makes me happy. What makes me smile. What makes me be myself. I'll start small. 

The beginning of being Afrofuturistic and in the future is very much a lie. We are in present time (well, at least the time this post was created). Dreaming of the future and playing with reality is not something that can be dealt with easily. But, it is definitely something that can make a new life come about. Hopefully this makes sense. 

Chapter 12: Nants

I cannot even begin with how angry I am. 

It hurts and it bleeds and it makes me so frustrated that I have nothing else to breathe. You know that feeling don't you?

Michelle shivers and cold. There's nothing left for her to hold, "where are we? there's no dimensional space to alter...my powers...does not feel like it can work"

"Its because we are nowhere" Neste sounds. He is not within dimensional space so he does not have a body here. 

Michelle wonders how a place like this exists. How can her usual mistakes cannot make the life here. It's like a washed up rodent...misplaced and mistaken. 

"All I wanted was to go to the floating land, all I wished was something new" Michelle cries out. "I kill my enemies with one full swoop but I can still feel one within my coop." Lord Farsnet battle has been giving her nightmares. It may seem a little frivolous to Neste and the others. But for her, its been a little too under the weather. 

"Lord Farsnet is not here Michelle you do not have to worry.." Neste affirms. 

Wow, makes me worry even more but thanks..OHH! with this cycle of thought I can stop it in its tracks. 

After some questioning, Michelle was back to normal. Michelle reflects on the necessity of collective when it comes to learning. Circumstances of test, no longer a burden but a gift of redemption, of change. Michelle knew this but now acknowledges it...resonates with it. 

Nants appears with Nauticaor. He is a little frail but his cheeks are plumped with the joy of being with his loved one one-on-one. 

"Maybe we can make a move to another space Michelle?" Nauticaor offers. 

"But, I have to know the mechanisms of this space...how I cannot be able to use my full strength here. I've never encountered such a landscape" Michelle fervent, intrigued with all her research gear on. 

During expeditions it is normal to encounter novel phenomena. And since she is not dealing with corporate entities, she no longer need to think of a product, just wisdom. Strapped with goggles, leather gloves, and a lead apron, Michelle is protected from radiation and any other forms of deathly compositions. She thinks aloud, "Maybe there is grumble of waste that is making the dimension falter...besides, matter is not created nor destroyed" Michelle brow furrows but her eyes are set to a goal. 

Chorus of groans implode from the rest of her team but they smile because they love to see her in her element. They know it will be a fruitful endeavor to figure out this conundrum. 

'Wait, why is my name on the title of this chapter?" Nants sounds annoyed. 

"Maybe because you're important to a part of the above story?" Nauticaor says sweetly to him. 

"Yea, you're important man. Like, you're frail but in love so thats heartwarming" Neste chimes in. "I know my persona is no longer a mention in people's heads...I think its how I'm presented in this story...its like I am erased." 

"No, its something to come here...maybe a little tweak right here" Michelle clips a floor wire. 

Floor wires are a common denominator in any "space" you catch yourself in. It's like a motherboard that dimensional hoppers and independent researchers can rely on for any info on the area their in. 

A hologram of lush forrestery, chirping birds, and colorful fruit displays. 

Nauticaor adds "This could be the last few memories of this space..." 

"Yeah, if we look a little more we can make out the end" Michelle responds. 

Anxious silence but then the light fizzles out. 

"What? That's it?" Nester exclaims. 

"Y'all...this does not seem safe right now" Nants coughs, eyes bulging. Michelle never saw him like this before. 

"What the f..c.." Michelle looks around in the darkness. Her breathe tenses in her throat. "No...it can't be." 

Heels click and clomp. "Wait..." Nauticaor says holding Nants back

"No we have to go now!" Nants protests. 

"Boy if you don't..." Michelle gets closer. He stops. 

Steady breath...steady breathe. 

clomp, clunk, click, click....

The footsteps sounds regular at first but it begins to become sporadic. Numbered then it sounds like infinite. 

Chapter 11: My head in a funk...

I cannot stop at here but it'll be there. Michelle says. 

"This is making me feel like I am not even getting up at night. Ugh!" Michelle says again. 

Nants elated hugging his sister, "Michelle says again!!"

"I know I know..." Michelle in fact did know. It's getting everywhere. The dusts and dirts. Here we go again with the lying and-

Vooped up.

Michelle couldn't see anything. Her eyelids shut mouth shut. Can't move but can breathe. This ah what! Half a thought and she can see. In a garden fluttered birds. 

"The fuck...ahaha" she pats herself. 

"What, where?"

She blinks twice. 

Flying from her left a shadowry figure. She stir..too late. 

Blasted sphere. 

Ringing blurred tears "the stake..." 

She can't stir clear shit.

She spews blood. Her clear. 

He grabs her whispers "I will now do what I like"

No...she stabs his eyes. Ah fuck. 

Ploy armor. 

Fuck. 

She wakes up on a bed. Ridden. Hooked up to a...

No...

Man climbs in. She's not...

Nants grabbed and saved her. 

You rarely hear the stories of those who were saved huh? 

The ones who slayed and never stayed. 

I am so glad...

"Sis, you were asleep the whole entire time" Nants said. 

"I was?" 

"Yes" 

"Oh"

"We got through?" 

"Yes"

"Okay. Did we see anyone?"

"Yes. Here he is..."

"HI players it's Lord Farsnet!" The same figure that captured Michelle.

"YOU!" Michelle haltered. 

He drops all the fruit tray away. 

"Michelle relax..." Nants hollered. 

"No..." 

Her chest tight. Blood flowing. Anger. 

"Michelle..." Farsnet says concerned. 

"What kind of welcome is grabbing your visitors stabbing them blind.." 

"Heh"

Michelle slices his head. 

"Michelle...how could you.."

Michelle slaps Nants away. 

"I understand" Nants contends.

"Oh, my- ugh. Where are my friends? Nauticaor?"

"She's fine" 

"OK. Let me have some time."

"Of course..." 

Nants probably thinking he'll bother me. I'll find my time in another space. 

"You know you'll have to stay close" Neste appears. 

"I get that but it's nothing..." Michelle lost in thought. The roses and dandelions waves in the air. The air smells sweet and Michelle feels at peace. "Ffuuuck" "where?? Where is he..?"

"You've offed him" 

"Yea...heh"

Chapter 10: Making the last one

The streamlined lines of a nocturnal refracted light. It is most definitely a sight beholdened. Is it a draft or progress? Maybe it'll never be done. That's something to look forward to. Here we go 🚶 the messes of a scrawny fellow. 

"I scrawny not fawn me. Aheh

I ain't gone fone thee. 

Aha aha. There's ain't gon form me. For the light is upon me. You cannot sworn me. 

I have the rest of myself in the night of the date. Ahehehe I love riding the night skies upon me. 😌 how can I just form me. Oh how can you sworn me. I love the rest for gimme. Oh how can you displease me? Oh how can I stay here when the rest of me is out there? Oh I have nothing to make here so get me. out there is nothing left here. Wow I cannot believe that was an unexpected like pop up ad. 

[EYES OPEN WIDE DONT DO THOSE]

there is whatttttttt. 

Anyhow, there is nothing left here so let me get through it again. Here is the Night where people can get alright waisted? No, when I say wine...

Oh my God.

When I say wine..

It means I drink the blood of Jesus. SIGN: SARCASM

Wait, no oh my God. It's really the bodies of my enemies. 

It's a drink that get me to fly through wherever but it's only born from late night cries and floating cries. The music will never end. Ahehayayaya. 

There's nothing left to say that ooo hehehayaaaayaa

Ok, there's nothing left right. Heheheoaayeeeyayayayayaayayayaaaay

The names shall never fade. Ahohohayaayayeeeeoooouuu!

I can hear you shall hear for the rest of days yeaaeeaaaaaaheeyaaahooooo!

The prevention is nothing but a faded taste. Aheheheippppaahsbsbanasosapaamamama

I cannot wait till I see the fears aheheheheoooooooahr r smakaaksl

There's nothing left of the tears aheheooababagshhsjakakalalsjdbghahaheee

There's it. There's you go. There's minted and how can you fold? Ahehehejaoaoooooanabajajagggghhaaa!

When Michelle just did right that. 

The line slashed opened and the mistakes brought open a sight beholden so misspokened and there's blue light 💙

"Heart just turned purple.." smoothened through the scene because of Garvin's phone. 

"Nauticaor record this!" Michelle goes bursting from joy. 

"Girl you do it!" Nauticaor matched the tiktok vibe. 

Burst of laughter only between Nauticaor and Michelle. 

Slight misogynistic chuckle from Garvin. Silent dead tone but that feel of warmth goodness. It's so great! 

Michelle can only start one might. One performance might until-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-....fsssshhhhhhhhh

"This ga damn ting..." a shadowery figure smacks the smartiescreen. Video returns with Michelle and Nants passing through safely with Nauticaor and Garvin following behind. Kind of awkward but Michelle and Nants had their moment since they left Netherrealm.

Shadowy figure twists middle silver ring with a gloved hand with only the index not cut to the knuckes. Read that previous line again.  "My name is lord of farsnet and I never unlocked this new visitors before! Time to welcome them!" "Lord of Farsnet!" Chants lord of farsnet. 

Carefully look at the new map!