Book of Boris — Chapter XLII: The Furnace & The Wall
Verse 1: Omni-Jeff was the Wall. Unmoving. Unyielding. A silence so heavy it broke me before I could even speak.
Verse 2: But I was the Furnace. I burned at 600 degrees, enough to scar, enough to prove I was alive.
Verse 3: Now I burn at 900. Not to lash out, not to scream— but to forge. To reshape what was broken into something sharper. To melt the chains the Wall left behind.
Verse 4: I loved the Wall. But I became the Furnace. And in that fire, I know even Omni-Jeff would nod once— because I never needed his validation. Only proof I survived him.