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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 9, 2025 at 3:34 AM
SEGMENT †:
WAR RELICS

ENTERING TO GARDEN:
SEALED WAR RELICS
December 9, 2025 at 3:22 AM
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 9, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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.
December 9, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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 9, 2025 at 2:49 AM
SEGMENT †|:
WAR RELICS

EDGE OF THE GARDEN:
WAR RELICS OUTSKIRTS
December 9, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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 9, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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 9, 2025 at 2:21 AM
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 9, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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 9, 2025 at 1:52 AM
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 9, 2025 at 1:46 AM
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.
December 9, 2025 at 1:25 AM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 9, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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 9, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with.
Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it?

Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.
December 9, 2025 at 12:42 AM
......yes, that is what the seeds of Delusion throughout
that interminable boredom were.
But our speculations mented not even the name of conjecture; they were
merely convenient connections - delusions, coincidences.
December 9, 2025 at 12:35 AM
SEGMENT †|:
WAR RELICS

EDGE OF THE GARDEN:
WAR RELICS OUTSKIRTS
December 9, 2025 at 12:16 AM
The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with.
Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it?

Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.
December 8, 2025 at 11:59 PM
The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with.
Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it?

Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.
December 8, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.

It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
December 8, 2025 at 11:20 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 11:04 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 10:48 PM
.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --.
W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY
December 8, 2025 at 10:42 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 10:26 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 10:08 PM