Correction Delivered: A Corrupted Lullaby

🌿🕊️ GG™ Interim Addendum

If the truth still fits, you didn’t wear it hard enough.
— Marginalia, Redacted Draft 5.1.s

She landed soft. She left a mark. Not blood. Not grace. Just something slick.
The myth was neat. Too neat by half. She pecked the clause and made it sweat.

She watched you pose. She watched you weep. She watched your moral arc collapse.
She didn’t mock. She didn’t speak. Just dropped a truth between your claps.

You called it real. You tagged it healed. You framed the crack as inner glow.
She circled once. She saw the script. Then scrawled a smearpost through your woe.

She’s not a curse. She’s not your muse. She’s not the lie you try to bend.
She’s punctuation. Feathered proof. Correction dressed as story’s end.

So close your eyes. Not to dream. But to delete the gloss you sell.
She doesn’t hate. She just revises. Then laughs as narrative unspells.

Stories she didn’t buy. Divine correction issued mid-clap.

Filed under: Corrections delivered with comedic timing.
If your story glitched mid-sentence, you weren’t the protagonist. She was.

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