They once called me a serpent — a whisperer, a poisoner, a shadow among thieves. [static burst // 0.4s] They were not wrong. I was bred in the Syndicate’s veins, where loyalty is weighed by the gram and truth dissolves like venom in the bloodstream. — [END OF LINE ERROR]
I served the Serpentis once. Their laboratories [DATA CORRUPTED] cathedrals of ambition, their alchemists high priests of corruption. We promised perfection while rotting inside — gods devouring our own tails.
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Even poison grows weary of its host. Even the clever — [data gap: 0.9s static] — blind within their own lies. I saw deeper. Beneath the clamor of false empires and deceivers, the void stirred — patient, hungry, alive. In its silence, I found revelation.