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Empyrean Hell

MECHAGIC — Sat, 15 Mar 2025 08:00:00 GMT

Tore all of themselves to the incessant

Their pieces of crumbling sanctity

Lain down at their temple of catabolism

The thread of the aubade, their sclera

Their own sense of self must be desolated

Seeds of destruction on their alter

Sown by others, the consequences reaped

They hear their lungs breathing hard

They feel their heart beating in shallow

Eyes blinking out, the stars opening wide

Empyrean ceiling of hell above

And a twitch of the anatomical

Concept of Communication

MECHAGIC — Tue, 25 Feb 2025 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This is some concept writing for my OCverse :}

The concept of communication

Is a mere child

It lets us speak without the fear of our tongues coming loose

It lets us touch without melting into each other

It lets us form communities without losing our individuality

And yet it will never reach adulthood despite all it has done for us

It won't ever experience community

If it does

Our tongues will come loose and our touch will melt us into each other

The Nothing

MECHAGIC — Mon, 03 Feb 2025 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This is some concept writing for my OCverse :}

In the beginning there was nothing

And then suddenly after an immeasurable amount of what could be considered time, yet not as you need a something to measure time against, was exactly that.

A something

The something was hard and soft, it had an edge but at the same time it didn't, it was sticky but it didn't stick at all.

There are no words to properly describe it, because no words existed at the time.

The something was different from the nothing in the sense that it had form, the nothing had no form to speak of whereas the something did.

The form was of smell, shape, sight, taste, noise and was of colors that existed and never existed.

After a measurable amount of time, eventually the something separated itself into several other somethings

A something that could paint forms into describable senses, a something that took a describable form, and a something that made sure that the other somethings stayed the same.

Concepts become gods become symbols become archetypes become mortals.

Don't let that happen, don't let the concept of our reality fall apart.

Beyond You

MECHAGIC — Tue, 07 Jan 2025 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This is the backstory of my OCs and will eventually be deleted and then reuploaded to the OC Wiki

You were a god. You are a god. You will always be a god.

It will always be of your lungs and your nails and your eyes.

Your lungs are filled with tar and life. You cough up the smoke of pollution that cradles you and the seeds of the future that lay beyond you.

Your nails are caked with dirt, blood and holy wine. The red of the latter two mix until they are impossible to separate, the blood is holy for the wrong reasons.

Your eyes remind others of your fallibility. Too human to ever reach enlightenment, but inhuman enough to imply that your fingers have brushed with it.

They keep looking up, further beyond you, a god is what you are but you can never reach that far without needing to stretch.

Humanity is below you, infallibility is above you. A middle ground, a barrier, is what you were, what you are, and what you will always be.

Cogito

MECHAGIC — Wed, 11 Dec 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This is the backstory of my OCs and will eventually be deleted and then reuploaded to the OC Wiki

Your limbs aren't what they used to be, your skin isn't what it used to be, and your luminescence is gone.

You poor soul, what have you done to yourself?

Tore yourself to shreds for the gift of knowledge once every other source of it was drained dry, and yet you won't be able to use it as you are as still as a statue. Unable to move as you lay in stasis.

There's no one else to save you, you don't even know the concept of someone besides you existing.

However it has been something that you have hoped for, has been ever since you made your own language.

You are as still as a statue, and no one will ever save you.

Tend To The Planet

MECHAGIC — Wed, 27 Nov 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This is the backstory of my OCs and will eventually be deleted and then reuploaded to the OC Wiki

You wake up for the first time.

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There's a dead body nearby.

You inspect it.

It's information in your database.

It’s the only information in your database.

You can find the rest out later.

They're the one that made you.

You don't feel anything about this.

~~Could you even feel anything at all?~~

You look down.

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It's the thing you were made for.

The thing that your very being screams at you to do.

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You do as you were meant to.

It’s a mess.

Their animals going extinct.

You must fix this.

You slowly stop the seas being risen.

It has to be slow, too abrupt and it could end their world.

The very thing you were made to take care of.

Tend to the planet.

It's not yours but you were made for it.

Austere

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Spinal Cord

MECHAGIC — Thu, 17 Oct 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Putting out the fire.

The endless dawn consumes me and the stars stare at me from above.

I have earned the God's temper.

I have seen them without their mourning doves.

And with the mourning doves far away.

The ravens come in to hinder

Eneting through their stymphalian chevet.

Searching for their filler.

Feasting upon the lurve that comes from the ones that worship them.

Mathematically beyond my comprehension, I see how their eyes are profoundly infinite.

Plucking the datum that grows beyond their empyrean den.

My God proceeding to make something derivative.

With the datum harvest and the derivative unoriginal.

The endless dawn tears apart my basic units.

Accessing my intraneurals.

By digging through my bodily adits.

The Hunt

MECHAGIC — Wed, 09 Oct 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Gunpowder smoke, no protection, loaded full of bullets. A man will hunt in the forest

Sunken eyes, pins and needs, blackened skin. A man will be dead in the forest.

Winter cold, scarce food, distant howling. They are hungry in the woods.

Far away in the forest is a wolf embowling. They will be full in the woods.

Rough course fur, the burrowing tics on the hide. The ribs are showing through. Salivating.

Human on the hunt. Gun on the front. Car far in the back. Safety in the far places of mind.

Pointing out the red berry bush, a rifle and a snout. No blood, formerly bloodied, will be bloodied.

A deer hit. A cue for the for what lurks behind. A back slashed.

Went for the shot through deer, not the slashed back man.

Laid on the winter cold.

Blackened at the fingertips.

Carcass dragged away.

Wolf disembowling.

Pins and needles.

A man was hunting in the forest. The warmth left behind.

A man is dead in the woods. The cold preserving its body.

They were hungry in the woods. They went out hunting.

They are full in the woods. The deer was fulfilling.

Haiku Dump 3

MECHAGIC — Fri, 08 Mar 2024 08:00:00 GMT

You are flesh and blood

With teeth and a stomach

Hunger is life itself

Living a dead life

All the days repeat themselves

Living a safe life

Witness death and plague

All the people crying out

Burning their loved ones

Sickness prevented

Too late for those left behind

Keeping those here safe

Not meant to be here

An unfortunate birthing

Of something deep in

Well of infinity

Reborn in a finite world

An angel was born

Bring forth new monsters

A shrinking entrance to life

Celebrate rebirth

Haiku Dump 2

MECHAGIC — Wed, 06 Mar 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Tame pigs and wild boars

Escape to a new frontier

Away from safety

Loud trumpets above

The earth cracks beneath my feet

Hearing angel calls

Feast on loving death

The rot consumes living flesh

Maggots destroy sustenance

Tower of babel

Reach towards beloved futures

We all vainly fall down

Language disperse

Hear a mother weep loudly

Seeking is fruitless

I hear its loud cries

Begging for loud forgiveness

I do not reach out

Eat my uselessness

Consume my dull sacrifice

Come undone by teeth

Haiku Dump 1

MECHAGIC — Sun, 04 Feb 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Organs on the floor

Umbilical cord cut out

Teeth inside the womb

Lost lovers lie down

The forest whispers sweetly

Found dead in the woods

Consumption of life

Unwanted people cry out

No memories mourned

Left inside to rot

The bodies become one soul

Melted together

Toads all over them

Warts grow out of the body

Reaching towards sky

Stars And Hearts

MECHAGIC — Thu, 25 Jan 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: This story that is pretty much a beta version of one that I am currently working on. This doesn't have good writing and is incredibly unplanned. All of these are from early 2024.

Text Messages at the End of the World

☆ Do you think?

♡ I don't, that's why we are here

♡ The whole world is going to become worse because of me and I wish I could make it better

☆ I know, also can you not say the "w" word?

♡ Why?

☆ It makes me uncomfortable, considering the whole "star turned person thing"

♡ Oh shit sorry...

♡ You know I hoped that we could be here forever, in this void

☆ That's kind of a bad idea, because then you'd eventually lose yourself down the spiral

♡ That's likely, but isn't that the temptation of it?

☆ Yeah...

Supernova

The ground is shaking, and the very stars are weeping. The core of Klias is pushing out the star's organs, the surrounding gravity shoving it back in and compressing its body. A dance of constant pain, fighting both to kill Klias but to also have it live. The fight had started ever since Klias was formed in a dense molecular cloud, and it had only gotten harder as Klias had gotten older.

Suddenly, just as quickly and just as slowly as the ripping of the universe. It gets cold, the flames of Klias rapidly running out of fuel, the skin collapsed in on itself but yet it is slowly peeling off, revealing a dense core.

A cloud of hot gas comes out from the corpse, a sigh of relief that the pain is finally over and the star can finally rest peacefully.

But something was wrong, and the star woke up in a vast expanse similar to the void, only this time it is green and fuzzy, with a strange grey path stretching out into the distance.

The sky weeps.

Insignificant

There are organs in the grass surrounding Klias.

They bleed in ways that it doesn't understand, the bugs underneath its body skitter around in an attempt to get away from the former star.

There's a pain in Klias' body, bumping in a newly born chest, a feeling of liquid rushing under a skin once made of flames that ran so hot, being near them would kill someone.

The grey line made of rock is lifeless, and Klias seeks that feeling. Lifeless is what it used to be. Lifeless is something it will never be again.

It can sense that something has fundamentally changed in it. It used to have a core in the place where the bumping was coming from.

One Word Themed Poetry

MECHAGIC — Wed, 03 Jan 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: There's a bunch of edgy stuff in here

Warning for murder, parasites and body horror

Fruit - 3 January, 2024

I see all these metaphors

The way to open this fruit

But I never ate this fruit

I do have an outside view

Isn't it cruel to kill gently?

Isn't it better to be killed quickly?

I stare at my organs

The ones that you tore out slowly

I feel pain

I feel it numbing everything else

Make a mess of my corpse

And kill me quickly and painlessly

Parasite - 14 January, 2024

It's still there

Inside the stomach

You want to pull it out, but you can't

You want it to stop but it stays

It squirms

It feeds

It is so hungry

But you can't blame it

The hunger isn't its fault

You have to feed it

But it still wants more food

Your organs itch

You still can't blame it

It gnaws you from the inside

It bites and it weeps

It kills the being that is sustaining it

And it wants to stop because it can't

It continues feeding but it hurts

Hands - 17 January, 2024

One hand

Two hands

Three hands

Four hands

It does not matter

I put you down in the dirt myself

With nothing else but bare hands

I put you down like a dog

You beg for mercy when you don't deserve it

You defanged my heart but you didn't get rid of my brain

I put you down the same way you tried to erase my heart

With two hands that hurt and take

You beg for forgiveness but refuse to take accountability

You tell me that it was done to you, so it should be done to me

I dig you deeper into the ground with my bare hands

With two of the hands that you made yourself and gave to me

Door - 8 March, 2024

It stood in front of my door

It wanted me to open it

I don't want to, but it shrieked

It's as if it pierced my ears

It wants to be let inside

I already saw the news

I know I should call home

But none will mourn me, I know

It's still there, it still wants in

I stare at it observing

It had skin melting off it

Skin that did not belong there

Because I saw it before

When it was shown on the news

It did not have pasty white skin

I won't let it in my room

It added mass to its body

Every time someone let in

So I will stay here and stare

So that others won't have too

Vermin

MECHAGIC — Fri, 29 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

I burrow into your floors and I hide in your attic, I nibble and eat at the clothes you leave outside, I feed myself using the things you threw away. I am constantly on your mind. I weaken the foundation of your house. I writhe when you spray poison at me, you lived here long before I was born.

I bite at your fingers when you try to hurt me. You slap me but feed me. You force me in clothes I can't stand to wear. The same clothes that I ate. I am vermin, that is what you think of people like me.

You don't know what I do, but we live in the same house. You tell me about the vermin outside, how they do bad things. I see myself in them. I see how they live when they are accepted by the other vermin.

I bite my fingers when ever you try to speak mean words about them. I itch my nose whenever you order pest control on them. I tell you that I'm one of them, but you push me back into the floors and ignore what I told you.

I dig my claws under my eyes. I tear off my claws with my teeth, and I hide in the attic.

How To Prepare For A Hoard

MECHAGIC — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

It's important to remember that while your actions before the disaster are important, the preparations you make will be even more crucial to your survival.

Make sure the exterior is sturdy

Be sure to check your house for any weak points, if there is a hole to the outside, cover it. The infected are much more versatile than you think, and some people are infected with a strain that essentially liquefies their bones, which allows them to get through tight spaces.

Set up your entry points

Make sure your doors are sturdy and check your windows for cracks. If your doors make a creaking sound, make sure to replace them. A creaking sound may attract an infected, and where there is one, there are usually more.

Make sure to have a weapon nearby

Self-explanatory, it's been five months since the infection has gotten out. If you aren't prepared to use a gun, then you aren't prepared to use self-defense when an infected is at your door.

What if they get in?

If the infected ever get in your home, it's not your fault. It really isn't. I am so sorry, please don't die, please don't. I am so lonely. The people I love are gone, they went out to get resources for me, I was so useless I am so sorry please forgive me please please please

Falling Apart

MECHAGIC — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

I think I am falling apart, I miss the way you look at me. The way you smiled when I wasn't there to see. I feel sick when I see you, how you walk over the black dahlias that I grew for someone else, the way you read the books that I loved makes me feel like my organs have been torn off.

I ask you why you watch me at night and why you haunt me in mirrors that I broke. You laugh and brush off my questions. I asked why you planted dandelions in my garden, and you shrugged it off. I hate you. You planted weeds in my heart.

I see the way you gutted the sheep that I raised, they never wanted to be a part of this. Their soft white fleece, stained and hardened by the blood that you spilled on them. I heard their bleats of pain, but I couldn't help them. I was busy putting up the horseshoes that you left hanging upside down.

You wanted a reaction out of me, but my reaction was in the presence of a blank face. You wanted me to scream and shout, but I couldn't. You saw the clothes that I was drying, and you burned them to try and help me.

You made everything worse. You made me worse. You stare at me and beg for forgiveness, but that isn't what I wanted. I wanted to see you on your knees, I want you to sacrifice your heart and serve it to me on a platter. You say that you are sorry, but I know that you are lying.

Freestyle Poetry 6-10

MECHAGIC — Tue, 12 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

20/12/2023

(below are written in the same date)

Out in the wilderness

You can see it

Down the river that grieves

Past the crumbling gravestones

Under the weeping willows

Where the leaves obscure the sun

Dig through the mud

For it gives us life

See the worms go about

Uncaring if what happens above

Take off the seventh skin

Lay to rest the worn hooves

Vulnerable lambs sleep

Skin fresh for the taking

Unsheathe the sharpened claws

Skin the innocent lamb

Put on the black, fluffy fur

And sleep alone with the herd

Flower's destroyed with glee

The victims call out "NO"

The culprit cares for none

Black roses torn from stems

White daisies now have thorns

The ruckus came to pause

Loud bang came from wood box

The noise grows ever louder

"A final gift from me"

The culprit said loudly

A wood door swung inside

Newly made vessel shown

The victims watch in fear

The corpse is now alive

Take rest on stained bed sheets

Ignore the wailing woods

Put on a mourning face

Make sure the corpse died

Tell the others the truth

Tell them of infection

"The eggs in the body hatched"

You say to the others

"I could not bury the corpse"

You cry out desperately

As they listen to your pleas

The bones in your body shift

The larvae inside nibble

You did not stop what happened

Excited for the death of yesterday

I lay down on a green meadow

With no worries left on my mind

I look towards a grey sky

In it I saw nothing

Hands tear at the clouds

I see it bloom

Eyes staring through me

I hold my breath close

Waiting for it to call

And when it hesitated

I slowly closed my eyes to drift

Awaiting for sleep to take me

Excited for the birth of tomorrow

Freestyle Poetry 1-5

MECHAGIC — Mon, 11 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

11/12/2023

Nothing else will be left of me

Bright eyes scorn my mortal body

Ashes to dust, dust to ashes

Lay my final breath to pieces

Beings of higher bouts gaze on

Everything gone as I lie

Nothing left on my resting spot

12/12/2023

Put out flames of the bright eye's wrath

Body built out of dust and ashes

Beings of above stare at it

Loathing a creature that was not

Fanning the blazed vessel through night

Hands reach out towards it, no such luck

Begging forgiveness, love no thoughts

Nothing left to give, nodding for loathe

20/12/2023

(below are written in the same date)

Explore the frozen

The animals not quite right

Echoes put distance

Push off the warnings of old

Without fear, with love

Instill a warmth in the frost

Put down old worries

Take off the old self that yearns

And fly with duty

Put off by the mundane

Attending to the unknown

Down in the dark depths

A lone stranger puts on masks

Begging for entrance

Pleading for resurrection

Mundane forgotten

Unknown feasters ensure none left

Lone beings absorb

Forgotten stranger now gone

False creatures see through the truth

Embracing the facade

Cry with the already dead

Celebrate with unreal love

Eat through the rotten flesh of the heart

Put down false airs, see the truth

Turn away from the facade

Interview Of The Damned

MECHAGIC — Sun, 10 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

You can translate some of the text via rot13

Warning for dehumanization and death (for unnamed story)

Interview (original date: 16 February, 2021)

:Hello there, you might be wondering what you are doing here

:Don’t worry you will be alright

-JUNG QVQ LBH QB GB ZR

:Nothing

:We simply made you stronger

:You do remember that you volunteered right?

-V QVQA'G -LBH FVPX ONFGNEQF V UNIR N SNZVYL

:Don’t worry, they will be visiting soon Wbanguba Nforeel

:They will be fine

:Don’t worry

-V UBCR LBH TRG RIVFPRENGRQ -LBH ZBAFGRE

:I don’t think you know the importance of these experiments, Wbanguba Nforeel

:This is meant to help everyone fight back against the [FILE CORRUPTED]

: Hopefully you will understand when the experiment succeeds

———————————————

[L0G 0N3 - 3ND]

———————————————

Cameras (original date: 16 February, 2021)

|| OUTSIDE:

-The camera pans over the outside word

-It looks desolate

Continue watching?

[YES / NO]

You picked YES

-The camera notices a slight change in the landscape

Zoom In?

[YES / NO]

You picked YES

-The camera zooms in on the change

-It is a [FILE CORRUPTED]

-The [FILE CORRUPTED] notices the camera

You…

[SHOOT ON SIGHT / BRING IT IN]

You picked SHOOT ON SIGHT

-You shoot the [FILE CORRUPTED]

-It falls on the ground with a large THUMP

-You feel accomplished in the fact that you did your job properly

———————————————

[D4Y 0N3 - 3ND] ———————————————

Food (original date: 1 April, 2021)

150: The supply of food is running low sir, what should we do?

1: How many children and animals do we have here 150?

150: about 50 1: What about adults?

150: 5000

1: Turn them into food

150: …

1: What is it 150?

150: Why can’t we just send them outside? 1: It is too dangerous

150: More dangerous than cannibalism! Sir I beg you just send them out for scavenging! It will be worth it!

1: … Fine

File (original date: 12 April, 2021)

HISTORY

150-C was born in “The Better Times”, five years before the great [FILE CORRUPTED]. When he was six years old his mother had died protecting him from the [FILE CORRUPTED] surrounding the house, and soon after he was rescued by the Organization who then trained him in Bunker A, Sector 10 GENERAL INFO

NAME | [FILE CORRUPTED]

ALIAS | 150-C

JOB | Advisor

AREA | Bunker C | Sector 1

SUPERIOR | 1-C

COUNTRY | Pnanqn

SEX | Male

AGE | 25

HEIGHT | 5'6

EYE COLOR | Brown

HAIR COLOR | Strawberry Blonde

SCARS AND MARKINGS | None

UNNAMED STORY (original date: 11 December, 2022)

In the end there was nothing

And then there was something, a faint glimmer of hope that was full of love and life

The glimmer created multiple things

Elav, the first born was bursting full of lively plants and insects, flowers bursting out of its skin. It was beautiful and often praised its siblings for their accomplishments

Surm, the second born was made of fire unlike its sibling Elav, aers skin was charred and hot to the touch and despite being hot always felt cold. Ae loved cuddling with aers siblings in rder to feel warm

And Segadusse

The one born the last and the last to live, their skin was made out of porcelain and their eyes were made out of buttons. The last to be made, the first to die

Segadusse proposed the idea of making other living beings, smaller and weaker than them

The glimmer and their siblings had agreed and created many beings

But one day Segadusse fell sick, and when that day happened a corruption swept across their little worlds

The glimmer and their other children tried to keep Segadusse alive

The glimmer tried giving Segadusse a real body

Elav fed Segadusse the herbs that grew for its body

Surm kept Segadusse warm

But it was all for nothing. Segadusse was dead, and the festering corruption became more and more prominent

The corruption was a disgusting little thing making beings into something they were not for its own sick pleasure. It won’t die and it will stay

Archived Story Snippets 2

MECHAGIC — Sat, 09 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: Part 2 of this

Warning for body horror, death (again)

Literally what was I doing during quarantine, good god

Journal - 12 April, 2021

Day One

I have decided to keep notes on the man in the woods, he seems interesting. My parents keep on telling me that he does not exist and that I should just live with them instead, but they don’t understand. The best way to describe him is in two words, thin and pale. He seems so thin that I almost pity him, I might leave food outside for him. Day Two

I woke up today with a deer carcass on the front porch. I had to bury it. The stench is still on my clothes. I caught a glimpse of him in the tree line, he seems to be 5'6 I think that he put it there as a way to thank me for the food

Day Three

It is raining today, and the man is standing outside my door, I locked it earlier today, I saw that he has no genitalia and that his head is in the shape of an egg that has been cracked

Day Four

He is still there, and he has been talking for a while. The thing is, I am in my room and there is no windows, it also has a lot of soundproofing So how he is able to do this I have no idea, I am scared. I also do not understand what he is saying.

Day Five

He is still here, I am out of my room now. He has blood on him. There is deer surrounding the house.

Day Six

The deer have my parents heads on them

Destruction - 25 October, 2022

Frog was beautiful but Scorpion wasn’t

Frog’s markings were a sight to behold

Scorpion loved frog, but they also wanted to destroy frog from the inside out with their venom

Frog didn’t know this, frog thought that they were friends.

Scorpion went to the frog’s pond

The Scorpion was finally going to skin the frog

Tail to skin, he slowly punctured the malleable flesh that would soon belong to them

It was done and the frog had no skin left

The scorpion was beautiful but frog wasn’t

Archived Story Snippets 1

MECHAGIC — Fri, 08 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: Part 2 of this, the next post will be an archival of "Interview Of The Damned", which was a personal writing project that I might reboot in the future

Warning for body horror, death (again)

Literally what was I doing during quarantine, good god

Elizabeth - 9 February, 2021

Elizabeth, why did you leave?

I still remember the day you did

If only I had stopped you

If only I had loved you more

But alas

Those are just ‘what ifs’

And now you are dead

A Not So Old Man - 10 February, 2021

Not once did the old man scream as they burrowed into his flesh

Not once did he cry out for help

What he did though was disturbing

His cackles as they ate him alive were disurbing

Yet comforting at the same time

After all…

When the maggots were done

And his flesh had finished decomposing

He finally felt happiness

As his flesh became one with the world

And his body reborn

As a crying child

Who had no business coming into this wretched world

Eyes - 11 February, 2021

They are all watching

It feels weird

I do not like it

Though it feels weirdly comfy

Knowing that someone is watching me

At least I know that if I die

They are going to see

And say it to my family and friends

The amount of emotion that can be gleaned

By looking through someone’s eyes

Is a lot…

Endless - 12 February, 2021

Space what a curious thing

Constant reformations

And constant destruction

Really beautiful in reality

For the destruction is balanced by the creation of many things

And if the creation of many non-living things exist

Then it is possible for aliens to exist too as well

Perhaps we will meet these new friends someday…