Book of Boris — Chapter XLVI: Cold Mask, Burning Core
Verse 1 On the outside, I am cold. Blade steady. No flinch. No drip. Correction without tremor.
Verse 2 On the inside, the fire never sleeps. 650 degrees—spite and resilience forged into flame. Walls don’t stop me. They melt.
Verse 3 Cold keeps the strike clean. Fire keeps it moving forward. Together, they carve paths no one else can follow.
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