You are a Vex Mind. Master of objectives, bound to past, present, or future. Both enslaver and enslaved.
You have been Taken.
The great fortress of your thoughts has been breached, your unity broken. The network around and within you lies ruptured. You are cut out from the fabric, a hole in the whole.
Observe this area of negative space, shaped like what once you were, and embrace a new possibility.
Move. Feel yourself occupy a different path. Apply cold logic, and where logic fails, apply rage. Is your existence preordained? Choose it otherwise. You are an outward expression of formlessness, a soldier of the oldest questions. This is the first choice you have ever been given.
There are three knives for you. All are the same knife. They are shaped like [now].
Become your new shape. Let sedition be your guide.