/ / END OF APHORISM !
it's unceremonious, the way it comes to an end (or perhaps a pause of sorts, he isn't sure) but proxy doesn't consider it beyond a vague disappointment that he didn't get to play more with the students of this make-believe school. he takes his last walk down the hallways of the third floor, watching the rain pour outside with his hands in his pockets and a low hum on his lips.
outside of this little world, the authorities swarm the city of busan like moths to a fire--
and he can't afford to play much longer.
as the runes slowly vanish, taking with them the monstrous creatures that appeared from inside, proxy--park yoohwan--smiles to himself and waves a hand across a nearby wall. without much effort, a door materializes; a straight path back to the battle-torn reality that birthed him.
to a life on the run.
maybe he'll be back to finish this lovely game.
but for the moment, at least, the male steps through the door and shuts it behind him--
his creation slowly collapses, leaving the occupants sleeping in their beds (be they on the streets or tucked away in the company of soldiers or mutant professors) with a whole new life in their memories; a life that will vie for a place in this old, faded reality.
it's a parting gift.












