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Did they offer themselves up as martyrs, in eternal PRAYER,
as the Dragon's words suggested?

When they gained immortal bodies, their senses and values were altered―
December 8, 2025 at 10:08 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.
December 8, 2025 at 9:59 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.
December 8, 2025 at 9:45 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.
December 8, 2025 at 9:32 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.
December 8, 2025 at 9:20 PM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 8, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Perhaps that is how the ceremony that we, who have lost true sleep,
use to reknit ourselves should be described.

The Illusions might be a pleasure, attained without Overrationalizing
this boring, depressing operation.
December 8, 2025 at 8:59 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.
December 8, 2025 at 8:43 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.
December 8, 2025 at 8:31 PM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM
And the Unnecessary things themselves are to be used
as material to define borders.
To tear away one's own feelings and illusions, and Redraw the Line.
December 8, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Did they offer themselves up as martyrs, in eternal PRAYER,
as the Dragon's words suggested?

When they gained immortal bodies, their senses and values were altered―
December 8, 2025 at 7:51 PM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 8, 2025 at 7:32 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.
December 8, 2025 at 7:25 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.
December 8, 2025 at 7:18 PM
SEGMENT †|:
WAR RELICS

EDGE OF THE GARDEN:
WAR RELICS OUTSKIRTS
December 8, 2025 at 6:58 PM
To put it simply, it is moral dignity.
Rationality. Excuses. Patronage. Common Goals.

Such things always disappear in the face of the light.
Regardless of whether they stem from within or without, they are the same.
December 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 8, 2025 at 6:41 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.
December 8, 2025 at 6:19 PM
SEGMENT ††|:
RUINED CATSLE

OFF THE GULF OF SECT:
SEA AREA
December 8, 2025 at 5:56 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.
December 8, 2025 at 5:49 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.
December 8, 2025 at 5:33 PM
but neither were they always easy opponents.
That was why we had arrived here from Outside so easily.
It would be different now that we were Inside.

But how?
We had no answer, and so were left with nothing but a vague uneasiness.
December 8, 2025 at 5:09 PM
SEGMENT †††††:
ON THE MEDALLION

ENIGMATIC UTERUS:
GARDEN HUGE ARCHIVE
December 8, 2025 at 4:49 PM
*Removing all operation cues*
*Operation complete. Commencing close down.*
*We sincerely thank you for your extended patronage.*

*One last thing...*
*We hope you enjoy a little time left.*
December 8, 2025 at 4:26 PM