Participant Profile

                                
Before It’s Too Late, Epimetheus
Dear Epimetheus,
You walk again toward ruin—chasing the Flame of Aeon, seeking immortality through Lethe’s mindless waters. Haven’t you learned? Pandora smiled; the world wept.
Now, another bait guides you—an entity cloaked in promises, but it leads to a prison darker than Prometheus’s chains.
Your hindsight once birthed suffering; this path may birth oblivion.
Prometheus burns, but still thinks of you.
Listen—not to gods, but to wisdom.
You may not rewrite the past, but you can pause the present.
Close this door before eternity opens it.
—Valentine