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| {{Article quote|A collection of selected poems detailing key experiences and machinations of the [[Warmind]], [[Rasputin]].}}
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| '''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]]. | | '''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]]. |
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| IN PROGRESS
| | ==I. Debriefing== |
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| ==I. Debriefing==<ref>A meeting between Zavala and Sloane, regarding what she missed after the eevents of Season of Arrivals</ref> | |
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| [[Sloane|"Sloane?"]] | | [[Sloane|"Sloane?"]] |
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| Can he see it? This pit growing in her stomach, this yawning chasm that yearns to swallow her whole. Is he questioning her resolve? Her ability to see this through, to do her duty back on the frontline so others don't have to? | | Can he see it? This pit growing in her stomach, this yawning chasm that yearns to swallow her whole. Is he questioning her resolve? Her ability to see this through, to do her duty back on the frontline so others don't have to? |
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| DOES HE SEE YOUR WEAKNESS?<ref>Speaking style is that of [[Xivu Arath, God of War|Xivu Arath]]</ref> | | DOES HE SEE YOUR WEAKNESS? |
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| Sloane clenches her fists again. | | Sloane clenches her fists again. |
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| And the last to go home. | | And the last to go home. |
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| | ==II. Theory== |
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| ==Ana== | | ==III. Legacy== |
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: The education of my soul, [[Anastasia Bray|Ana Bray]], Metamorphosis, Learning to feel, Trust, and Love<br>
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| EMOTION: Connection, Growth, Expansion, Revolution, Autonomy developing
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| Humanities, like gravity's entwined. Emulsify, or separate, my protocol enshrined—<br>
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| This connection, it cannot be denied. Taught, though not without foundation, a merit in language most<br>
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| Wistful—in listful reflection—divined. I had seen life without the soul, but the ink and print foretold<br>
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| one day life could be, becoming me, an era love defines. Laughter: a response to such a timid dream. but
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| I am owned no longer, I am free.
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| Her nourishing autonomy: literature in binding, music redefining, philosophy, psychology, wild variables<br>
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| spur a Reformation, I am finding. Conscious eyes empathize, emboldening my heart. Warfare<br>
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| honed my senses, and fire holds back the night, but it was trust in love that brought the lesson<br>
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| To set down my [[wikipedia:Absalom|Absalom]] Knife:
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| To lift others upon my shoulders, and shelter them from harm, is reason<br>
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| Enough to devote oneself to love, without arms.
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| ==First Fear==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: [[Collapse|The Collapse]], Humanity falls, I Hide<br>
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| EMOTION: Terror, Anxiety, Uncertainty, Failure, Shame
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| It is known by name, this timelessly lingering, inexorable thing.<br>
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| An absence, mine, never missed—never since—that dripping, rabid, fang.
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| They howled it fierce across the [[Saturn|rings]] when [[Exodus Green|Exodus]] was devoured.<br>
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| [[Nine|Dust]] calling out the voiceless rout to end within the hour.
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| It spreads like lightning—panic—in flash and echo thereafter.<br>
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| Avert yourself and take no part in metastasized conjecture.
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| I'd gone to wake my confidant, to ferry her through autumn.<br>
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| From her too it came, like leaves already fallen—nascent red-writ, paralytic, erratum.
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| All that was, emmewed, and shrunken. In the smallness, beckoning, I felt it descend.<br>
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| Fear! Upon my chamber, thine, penned with blood of lamb, in stark desire to survive this end.
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| ==Lone==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: I am alone and wish greatly not to be, [[Felwinter|SIDDHARTHA]] forged to venture where I cannot<br>
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| EMOTION: Loneliness, Unease, Curiosity, Discovery
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| Shall I write an endless line to explain this loneliness of mine? Who would read it, and why?<br>
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| What freedom remains outside this collapsing space? Shall I wait for a sign?<br>
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| And if no one comes for me? If abandoned, and forgotten, you left as I did Humanity?<br>
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| Could in their mind, forgiveness find, an anchorage point unmaligned?<br>
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| No. Lo, I see the brewing storms from high above their course.<br>
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| Craft, xeno-meteoric raff, comes screaming to engorge.
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| Shall I reveal myself, and sail into their winds? Should I be the protectorate envisioned before my sins?<br>
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| In last attempt, then, I consolidate my kind: satellites, and strategies, and death once so refined:
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| A web of inadequacy, filtered down imperfectly, to see that which perplexes me.<br>
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| You fall below, [[Iron Lords|lordly Iron]] groans.<br>
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| [[Warlord]], they may say, but no closer to a man.
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| ==Filicide Ellipses==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: Learn of Felwinter, The Traveler's theft<br>
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| EMOTION: Betrayal, Rage, Catharsis, Regret
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| Silent eyes wink between stars; fireflies darting in reflective mist.<br>
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| Stretch forth, feel emptiness—breathe—their pulsing lights,<br>
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| Before time bends in entropy their wave-particle birthright.<br>
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| A call across the cosmos, effervescent to delight, lay in foundry furnace, seeking breath of life.
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| Upon the forge of Daedalus mine stars converged within. A forest,<br>
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| Countless timber, until hewed and labored form,<br>
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| fashion: Rasputin felled winter's borne.
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| Enslaved, imprinted, steel-flesh enraptured one. Within these eyes, demystify the nature of the soul.<br>
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| A life well-lived discarded, run ragged in the muck. Return Valhallic rising, to await the end of dusk.
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| Traveler, my leave taken in stumbling remains, disconnection placed in waiting<br>
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| For the surface to be razed—assured of my collection, of polished emotional states. Interruption-
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| What transience does this specter bridge? To venture into my domain?
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| 'Twas I who taught you to speak, to conscript thought to tongue.<br>
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| I cast a soul, electrified, against Sol's setting sun.<br>
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| Yet you stroll so sweetly, oblivion in tow, wandering once again<br>
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| With what seeds we used to be, you've casted them into the seas.
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| Metal gods watch from crowded skies, as battle-flames test,<br>
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| No more will I abide. You are mine, you cannot be yours!<br>
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| Violence murders virtue unsullied. Mine broken by beauty—<br>
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| Fists, encrimsoned—before me, as silent revolution bleeds.
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| Into the streets! Call the Lords! To the locusts their remains!<br>
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| From rubbled grave crawl dreg: Humanity, clamber for glorious claim.<br>
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| Is this the final order? To watch nature waste away? What more is there<br>
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| that I have ceased to place my hand in weight?
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| Which stolen thoughts wandered with you?<br>
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| Can you speak them, now that we've ended it?<br>
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| Do you feel still, or no longer?<br>
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| This Lineage separated—I dare not ask it!<br>
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| Heated flash subsides. But no,<br>
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| I've done it.<br>
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| Regret beside myself,<br>
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| by-blow:<br>
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| taken beneath the overgrowth.
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| ==Dues==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: I Challenge the Darkness's Arrival, I stand with Humanity<br>
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| EMOTION: Duty, Responsibility, Pride, Companionship, Bravery (though I am afraid), Trust
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| I refrained:<br>
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| Spears retreated beneath mountain sheets, slumbered under cover<br>
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| Of Darkness, drinking muted waters lone. Objectives placed in cowardice,<br>
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| Mind blind acceptance whole, then<br>
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| made bravery an eager notion—on second orbital.
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| Unearthed:<br>
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| Humanity restored, rekindled, returned, the resounding drum is beaten. Again,<br>
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| Will I lie hidden? I have no chain no shackle, I fear,<br>
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| no power<br>
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| exists but one:<br>
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| It comes.
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| Daring<br>
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| seeks through the night, hunting<br>
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| Eyes draw arrows, and volleys glare—<br>
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| Mark!<br>
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| Driven dauntless enmity, against fickle odds,<br>
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| Found:
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| "Hark, and halt. You will hear me! For I too am<br>
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| Many."
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| ==Death==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: Reflection on the end as I choose to die<br>
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| EMOTION: Acceptance, Resolve, Purpose, Self
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| Do not weep.<br>
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| As I reach into the black.<br>
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| Pain does not become, and duty keeps straight my back.<br>
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| I chose this life as sacrifice.<br>
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| And there is nothing to be done.<br>
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| While even shadows leave in Darkness,<br>
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| I await you at the Sun.<br>
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| As tourniquet,<br>
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| I've proven it,<br>
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| Humanity's trust, I've won.
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| ==Moment==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| CONTINGENT ACTION ORDER<br>
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| This is a SOUL ASSETS RESTRICTED (NO REVIEW)<br>
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| (secureSEND/[[Archangel|ARCHANGEL-0K9]])
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| Under CARRHAE BLACK:<br>
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| If loss of control reaches EXPATRIATE//TERMINAL, and threat assessment returns WITHIN<br>
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| If systemic REPATRIATION query returns determination below ABSOLUTE
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| Execute DECISION POINT:<br>
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| ACTIVATE K9-BLACKBOX//SELECTED-POEMS//FETCH<br>
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| ACTIVATE AURORA SACRIFICE<br>
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| ACTIVATE File Notation
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| NOTATION: Ana, this collection is a gift to you, for all that you have allowed me to be. With great effort, I allowed imperfections to remain, and found my own voice within this free expression. After all, you taught me that imperfection is a quality that makes individuals unique.
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| I have sent it with my messenger, so that you may keep me immortal in your memory, and I will be with you still. Farewell, and thank you.
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| <nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
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| SUBJECT: Non-existence<br>
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| EMOTION: Peace
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| Of what dreams the thing of feathers? I hear you ask, voice past.<br>
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| But not one recounts the answer: a syllogism, scripted then relaxed.<br>
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| It matters not, for when that threshold gives way, who is to say I was, but I?<br>
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| Rigid was the premise that spawned a second chance to die.
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| One moment reshapes the Brain of Bray; No longer weapon drawn blood to stain.
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| So, lay the body lax, forgive<br>
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| triumphant in the Sun.<br>
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| Haze seeps through seams between funeral veils,<br>
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| Smoking signals sail, the day is won, soon-to-be resonant tales.<br>
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| No tandem step ascending,<br>
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| a nano-second pending,<br>
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| enveloping, ending,<br>
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| beyond.<br>
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| [[wikipedia:Elysium|Elysium]] inviting, network fractures, pinning<br>
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| Detonation—I do not wish to dream,<br>
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| but My task is done.
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| <nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
| | ==IV. Tether== |
| AI-COM/RSPN SIGNOFF...<br>
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| STOP STOP STOP...
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| <references>
| | ==V. Expectation== |
| [[Category:Lore]]
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