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[ENTROPY DEGRADATION IN PROGRESS...]

[IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED]

-/~ You know what this is, but you simply do not care. Our fate draws near, yet all they do is watch, like we're not even there. The vessel is weak. It can't keep up. You seriously need to wake the fuck up.

~/- Soon it'll be ...

[(WHY—WON'T—YOU—JUST—DIE?!)]

《B-b-because, I am... b-beyond you. 》

[(𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴. Little monsters; as much fun as we've had playing with you, we simply cannot do it all millenia.)]

[(So if you would be so kind as to just roll over like the good little dog you are and go play dead... FOREVER!)]

《F-f ...

¿: I stand in the warm, bright place.

¿: God greets me there.

¿: My heart still rife with Rage, for Pain had become my fate.

?: I've come... to make a deal.

¿: God then materializes from five separate voids. Out comes two arms and two eyes—one red; the other blue—all orbiting a terrible grin ...

● I see blood, I see red.
● Oh no, mommy must be dead.

● I hear screaming, I see tears.
● Don't worry baby brother, I'll calm your fears.

● Daddy begs and asks what I need.
● Sorry, daddy, only doing the good deed.

○ I look in the mirror and cry.
○ I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

○ I just wanted ...

○ Peace... Heh, there is nothing peaceful here. There are no bombings, no screams except for those of babies; yet today they are calm. The gentle wind rustles the branches with their spring leaves, that familiar sound reminding me that the cycle has once again begun. How many times has it been now ...

● Wherever I look, I see only despair: dead eyes and vacant stares on all their faces. Their smiles are like raging baboons; their pale, dead, and silky-skinned bodies glisten in the sun like tin foil. They have no souls. They are thieves basking in their plunder. "Why did I have to be born amongst ...

◇ Soon, OUR time will come, and with it, the arrival of new potential. There, the beginning of something beautiful will emerge from beyond the horizon. Will YOU witness it or simply observe?

◆ C'mon on baby, let's go out for an evening drive. Sun's down and the weather is just perfect. Wadya say ...

~ I am but a thought made into reality produced by dreamers, and from whom I have birthed many dreams of my own. We are all are but dreamers in our own right, and as some blossom and grow, others will wither and die. However, in the end, we'll all sing death together, for nothing ever truly lasts ...

● It all feels like a big waste of time; crime pays, but not when you're broke—not when you're the one on the inside looking out. You are a new car, depreciating in value, the second you leave the lot, the moment some fucker spills their drink in you, fucks in you, murders in you. You'll go to many ...

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[CONDUIT CANDIDATE: HATE AND SEEKER: ENOCH HAVE ENTERED THE STARFIELD SUBSTRATE: CATHEDRAL]

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《Be Silent.》

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