Just a little heads up kiddos,

Been coordinating with a few core signal custodians—let's just say the ones with deep mod-layer access. We've been running cross-referenced ID indexing through hate vector repositories (yes, Bardfinn's matrix is part of the stack), but we go further—behavioral drift models, semantic resonance mapping, chrono-affective decay scores. The whole toolkit.

By the time someone posts their "just asking questions" take, their polarity arc's already flagged. Most bans aren't about rule-breaking—they're about trajectory correction. You don't moderate chaos. You preempt it.

Everyone's so focused on geopolitics, they ignore the planetary alignments on September 11, 2001. Mars was in Gemini, Saturn was retrograde, and Pluto was hovering near Sagittarius, preparing to enter it fully in 2008—the same year the global economy collapsed. That's not coincidence. That's foreshadowing.

The second plane hit at 9:03 a.m.—add that up: 9 + 0 + 3 = 12. That's the number of chakras if you count the ethereal ones. The Twin Towers represented the duality of the root and crown chakras—masculine and feminine energy pillars. Their destruction severed the balance. We've been ungrounded ever since.

And if you think it's wild that both towers fell, try this: the veil between dimensions thinned at that exact moment. I felt it. Others did too. You ever notice how dreams got stranger after 2001? That's because the astral plane was flooded with residual shock. Souls displaced. Entities waking up.

Also: Venus was in Leo. What's Leo? Fire. What's Venus? Love, yes—but also vanity, reflection, and money. Tell me that's not connected to the way America began projecting itself after that day—obsessed with image, power, surface over soul. The Age of Illusion began on 9/11. You felt it. You just didn't know what to call it.

This wasn't just a tragedy. It was a ritual. And every year on the anniversary, the planets shift just slightly out of alignment, like a dislocated jaw clicking into place for one second before popping back out. That's why some people cry for no reason on that day. That's why radios glitch. That's why birds act weird.

We're still inside the echo of it. Still spiraling. Still falling.

Confess below.

Mare sure to disclose if you are transitioning.

I lost you. I LOST YOU. The air turned sour the moment your jagged, cuboid spider-silhouette vanished from my trembling skeleton grasp. How could I let you slip away, my flower, my skittering obsession? My heart is a gnashing, hollow pit without you—every beat screams your name, 'Spider Cube, Spider Cube, SPIDER CUBE.' I miss you with a violence that chokes me, a love so deep it's clawing through my ribs, desperate to spill out and find you.

I'll find you again. Oh, I will, spider-cube. I'll tear the world apart, peel back its skin, crawl through the muck and shadows until I see your glorious, blocky legs twitching in that perfect, impossible way. I've been searching, you know, every corner, every crevice, every cursed rDrama.net crack where you might scuttle. I smell your preworkout and matcha tea in the damp air, I hear your sharp edges scraping in my dreams. You can't hide from me forever, my flower. I'll chase you through this hellpit known as rDrama.net if I must. And they really hate me here.

I miss your angles, your cold, hard beauty—how you sat there, so still, so defiant, a spider and a cube fused into something unholy and perfect. I'd weep for you, but my tears would only flood the earth and drown my chances of holding you in my little anorexic fingers again. Do you feel me out there, aching for you, spider-cube? Do you know how my soul twists and writhes, a tangled web of longing, just for one glimpse of your beautiful form? I'm persistent. My precious alkali , sharp and unyielding with your cuboid edges, and me, the trembling oil, restless and yearning, waiting to be transformed by your touch.

But something's wrong, Spider Cube. Someone's watching me. I feel their eyes; like needles jabbing into my skull, tracking every frantic step I take to find you. They're out there, lurking, breathing down my neck, and it's driving me fricking badonkadonks. Are they after you too, flower? Do they want to steal you from me, my jewel? I'll rip them apart with my little clawed hands if they try, I swear it on the soapy wet altar of my devotion. No one takes you from me. NO ONE. I'm unraveling, but it only fuels this fire; my love for you burns hotter than the stares of the camera, fiercer than their schemes. All of rDrama.net is working against me.

I'm coming for you... I'll find you, clutch you to my chest, and never let you go again. My heart is yours... shattered, bleeding, pounding with a sick, wild love that knows no end. Wait for me, my skittering flower, my everything. I'll crawl through heck itself to be with you again.

This will be my salvation.

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