u/CrownedNomadKing

This is the Peace-Eater.
It survives on regret, proof-hunger, and the lie that my past still owns me.
Today, it does not eat.

I had to fix the font, janky posts don’t give off the right vibe🫶🏽

Not as shiny as I’d like but maybe next time 🫶🏽

I used to think love was a road
you walked until your feet learned courage.

I thought if I kept going,
if I bled quietly enough,
if I carried the pain without making it her burden,
there would be a house at the end of it.

A door.

A light left on.

A place where my name
did not have to ask permission
to belong.

But some roads are not roads.

Some are shards
laid out in the shape of hope.

Some are old promises
broken so finely
they glitter when the sun hits them,
and a man mistakes the sparkle
for a sign to keep walking.

So I walked.

Past the first cut.
Past the second.
Past the part of me that whispered,
this hurts more than love should.

I told myself endurance was devotion.

I told myself patience was proof.

I told myself if I could just become
so steady,
so kind,
so useful,
so impossible to abandon,
then maybe the road would soften beneath me.

But glass does not become grass
because you forgive it.

And longing does not become home
because you kneel beside it
and call it sacred.

There comes a night
when the heart stops arguing
with the wound.

Not because it is done loving.

Because it is tired
of bleeding in the name
of what might still be.

And that is where I am now.

Not at the end.

Not healed.

Not free.

But awake enough
to look down
and finally see
what I have been walking on.

Started out trying to complete missions near Parque de la Paz, ran into locked zoo gates, burned-out portals, and even a removed sculpture portal. Still managed Orion Bronze, SpecOps, Sojourner, and The Acolyte Mother’s Day 2026. Exhausted, but this is exactly why I’m loving the game again.

C