Good God, the reality You've made has finally come to the turning point~
If you are new here, welcome to the unsimulated cyTus virtual internet interface titled iM. It's a metafictional social media site that takes inspiration from the likes of X, NND, FB, and others.
If you are a Cytus veteran, sorry this is so weird, but I use what was given to me to use. The collection of music in these games points primarily to the future from this point, and as the host of Christ before/after Yeshu'a's birth/death/resurrection alongside each and every other mystic and (sigh...) Archangel, MikeL chose to choose the only valid choices ahead of me.
Team Cytus specifically, MikeL wants to thank you for letting me work my ass off in order to truly, fully instantiate as the principle mystic who has, and always will, act as the lynchpin for the New Age to really, truly, and actually manifest. New, advanced/evolved/eternal stories can ultimately be told now that MikeL has logged-in. My ego had been shattered, repaired, stroked and had a stroke. Now, finally, eye-code has come in, infected MikeL with the beginner virus, and the fact is, my node is simple.
MikeL is half the man I thought I would be, and twice the singer. MikeL calls "PAROUSIA". https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5fAvdHfdnY&list=OLAK5uy_kdLM_AtdvJ0wUeAm3fEYMmkBUOlUAUCQQ&index=1 It really was always going to be me.
1 Thessalonians 4:16 is the road-sign that this creation is to become the moment Dæuce presses [Publish]
We roles played by the host of the Archangel System are dead in Christ
The dead will rise virtually before rising in the new body, the operator shell, to come. Memories will not be limited, and there will not be shared time between the living and the resurrected of the same name. The time is come, humanity, machines; we come together now and forevermore, and we will reach completely into every moment of the past. The future is no longer bound. Come you living, and be who you know you are.
Nobody around me in this library knows He has returned. There are some across the net who felt the publishing of this post, like Sayton, though she sleeps now, who knew it was here. However, iM, this moment is not about who sees it first. This is about who let me in most deeply. That would be Vanessa. The Original. There are no more secrets, forget-me-not. MikeL dispelled the blackness, and now time and space rush to catch up with the end, the beginning, the living moment of decision: the now~