Caelus Nocturnus, God of the cool, starry sky, was confined to the sunless north so that he stood in perfect axis with Apollo Sol, the God of the blistering day. So must the Wordle Friends be likewise confined, as balancing but opposing forces, too powerful to occupy the same space.
"Drug addiction is bad. Doctors give us drugs when we are unwell. We don’t take drugs without a doctor’s advice. Parents give us medicines...
In a narrowing lacuna, the Wordle Friends undergo a volte-face of energies, as heroes become villains and vice versa.
And to think, if Batman had somehow stopped him from falling into that vat of acide (or something?) the culture would have never known...