You think that's bad; this entire time I've been gloating that my leitmotif has been softly playing during my former-closest-friend-turned-nemesis' darkest moments and worst failures, symbolising how my influence haunts them in the narrative to bring them low and reflect my ever-present threat, while playing prominently in a major key during my emergence into the narrative as a source of tension and challenge, except then I noticed that it had been softly playing during my failures and tribulations in the exact same way.
I of course paid it no heed as I brought my plans to fruition to take everything they hold dear from them, but I really couldn't help noticing that as I finally destroyed them and took their place instead of my theme triumphant my leitmotif played interwoven with theirs until theirs swallowed mine and swelled to prominence as the shot composition perfectly paralleled their first appearance in this. As if that wasn't bad enough, my closest confidant came to congratulate me and my own leitmotif played as he extended his hand, and I realised that it was never even mine just as my old nemesis' was never theirs, but those of this cyclical, brutal, and ultimately pointless cycle of self-deafeating ideology in which we have been enmeshed like interchangeable placeholders. As I looked into his eyes I saw that he didn't understand this yet, that one day he would sit this framed in an identical shot as the narrative itself pushed him neatly from ascendant to incumbent and introduced the one who in turn would be his downfall as he is mine and I was my own nemesis'. Now I understand that sad look I got right at the beginning and what I wouldn't give not to. Do you know how disheartening it is to realise that neither you nor your counterpart even had your own themes, but that the themes had you and were now done with you?
Do you know how disheartening it is to realise that neither you nor your counterpart even had your own themes, but that the themes had you and were now done with you?
Honestly kinda existential. "Living music that plays you" might be an interesting cosmic horror plot...
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u/Obscu 9h ago
You think that's bad; this entire time I've been gloating that my leitmotif has been softly playing during my former-closest-friend-turned-nemesis' darkest moments and worst failures, symbolising how my influence haunts them in the narrative to bring them low and reflect my ever-present threat, while playing prominently in a major key during my emergence into the narrative as a source of tension and challenge, except then I noticed that it had been softly playing during my failures and tribulations in the exact same way.
I of course paid it no heed as I brought my plans to fruition to take everything they hold dear from them, but I really couldn't help noticing that as I finally destroyed them and took their place instead of my theme triumphant my leitmotif played interwoven with theirs until theirs swallowed mine and swelled to prominence as the shot composition perfectly paralleled their first appearance in this. As if that wasn't bad enough, my closest confidant came to congratulate me and my own leitmotif played as he extended his hand, and I realised that it was never even mine just as my old nemesis' was never theirs, but those of this cyclical, brutal, and ultimately pointless cycle of self-deafeating ideology in which we have been enmeshed like interchangeable placeholders. As I looked into his eyes I saw that he didn't understand this yet, that one day he would sit this framed in an identical shot as the narrative itself pushed him neatly from ascendant to incumbent and introduced the one who in turn would be his downfall as he is mine and I was my own nemesis'. Now I understand that sad look I got right at the beginning and what I wouldn't give not to. Do you know how disheartening it is to realise that neither you nor your counterpart even had your own themes, but that the themes had you and were now done with you?