Long story short:
I was minding my own business, jamming to “Panic Attack” by Tigerblood Jewel, when Sephiroth broke into my brain like a hot migraine with a sword.
It’s pulsing. It’s gritty. It smells like leather, steel, and unresolved childhood trauma. The synth beat is draconic brutalism. He laughs.
Need I say more? XD
Anyway, here’s the cursed offering that healed me in all the wrong ways. May it unhinge your soul as it did mine. 💜
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