Thee Inversion. -729 > 148.
Word virus recoil. Spine-breakers dispersion.
Disassociated. Identity inversion failure. No one home in that Athielic void to invert. Some sort of strange poise in a black landscape of nothing. Everything in grayscale looks practically the same inverted anyways. Only thing that remains is anger, backwards.
As Cubed makes his escape from his mission at the heart of Black-Φ he wears a sinister smile to greet the dawn.