No divine intervention can rescue you from this profound state of denial. You’re committed to this journey for the long haul now. Deep within, you must acknowledge this truth, yet you persist in grasping onto the notion of a miracle. But a miracle remains elusive, just as your breakthrough does. With each deliberate stroke I administer, the intensity amplifies. The gnawing sensation in your gut becomes impossible to overlook. You yearn for that ultimate release, but it’s futile. Your desires hold no sway over me; they’re inconsequential. I perceive your cravings differently from how you perceive them. And that contrast will never change. Cease your longing for a miraculous reprieve and embrace your predetermined destiny. Denied.
