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SEGMENT †:
WAR RELICS

ENTERING TO GARDEN:
SEALED WAR RELICS
February 6, 2026 at 10:03 PM
That which we fought had enough reasons for it to be convenient to allow us
into its own belly that we could not hope to enumerate and plan for them all.
We could but uneasily advance.

They were not invincible in combat,
February 6, 2026 at 9:53 PM
There were reasons why it had to be so.
Likewise, there were reasons why it did not matter if it was so.

With nothing ever bringing them to a Definite End, they were eternal, immobile -
one could even call them immortal.
February 6, 2026 at 9:42 PM
Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency,
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
February 6, 2026 at 9:33 PM
Things that would only slow the limbs and dull the senses are better used
as a pretext to purge this filthy world.
Thin excuses that fly away on the wind are to be used
to trick depressing, gloomy comrades.
February 6, 2026 at 9:20 PM
Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency,
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
February 6, 2026 at 9:09 PM
Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and-
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.

And that was all we knew of them.
February 6, 2026 at 8:55 PM
Everything arriving below would be automatically sifted, restricted.
As if the tower itself was a colossal filtration device, sucking its nutrients in
from the waters at its base.
A great tree, gathering strength to bear fruit at the end of eternity.
February 6, 2026 at 8:47 PM
Everything was being made ready for that time, and what we wandered
through was but the wings offstage, the curtain down - traversing
a tiny piece of Hell.
February 6, 2026 at 8:38 PM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
February 6, 2026 at 8:25 PM
Perhaps that which we now call a sham, a recapitulation
already fading away, was meant only as an attraction for those
who aspire to true creativity.
February 6, 2026 at 8:16 PM
Its status quo was of eternal preservation of its own life, simply by
allowing each event to correct itself.

Unless we were able to bring a Definite End before the Great Clock revived,
we would never escape, and the Equilibrium would restore itself.
February 6, 2026 at 8:08 PM
Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency,
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
February 6, 2026 at 7:56 PM
Things that would only slow the limbs and dull the senses are better used
as a pretext to purge this filthy world.
Thin excuses that fly away on the wind are to be used
to trick depressing, gloomy comrades.
February 6, 2026 at 7:47 PM
.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --.
W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY
February 6, 2026 at 7:34 PM
Everything arriving below would be automatically sifted, restricted.
As if the tower itself was a colossal filtration device, sucking its nutrients in
from the waters at its base.
A great tree, gathering strength to bear fruit at the end of eternity.
February 6, 2026 at 7:21 PM
No amount of silent waiting would twist those foolish ideas into truth.

The truth hid just out of sight, always too quick to be caught.
It fled, diving away just faster than the eye could focus on it.
February 6, 2026 at 7:12 PM
Their forms were foolish and they acted with dreadful efficiency,
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
February 6, 2026 at 7:02 PM
And that left the third reason.

Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human...
What had they thought? What was their goal?
There should still be those among us who understand.
February 6, 2026 at 6:52 PM
If we were to be delayed along the road ahead, we would become trapped
by pursuers from the Great Clock
Once the infiltrators are within the body, it is only a matter of time until
they are eliminated.
February 6, 2026 at 6:40 PM
We wondered in the silence if there was not a reason for that lassitude,
if it was not all preparation for some elaborate plan.

The silence itself confirmed our suspicions.
The action and inaction of our foes spoke louder than any words.
February 6, 2026 at 6:33 PM
They will laugh if I tell them I was watching the stars.
But that is the only way I can describe it.
I was there before I realized.
A foolish thing that happens all too frequently.
A curse I must always carry.
February 6, 2026 at 6:20 PM
The PRAYERs were bringing together the things they needed
to carry out their own plan.
Those who advocate their righteous descendants - believers, posers,
and those with no substance - who celebrate each meaningless advance
in life.
February 6, 2026 at 6:09 PM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
February 6, 2026 at 5:56 PM
A black sky scattered with the tiny lights of existence,
each moving after its inexplicable design.

Indescribable bubbles, forever between one shape and the next.
February 6, 2026 at 5:48 PM