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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.
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
December 15, 2025 at 12:21 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.
but they always succeeded
Perhaps those forms are the remnants of what they were before.
......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.
that interminable boredom were.
But our speculations mented not even the name of conjecture; they were
merely convenient connections - delusions, coincidences.
December 15, 2025 at 12:13 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.
that interminable boredom were.
But our speculations mented not even the name of conjecture; they were
merely convenient connections - delusions, coincidences.
SEGMENT ††|：
RUINED CATSLE
OFF THE GULF OF SECT：
SEA AREA
RUINED CATSLE
OFF THE GULF OF SECT：
SEA AREA
December 14, 2025 at 11:54 PM
SEGMENT ††|：
RUINED CATSLE
OFF THE GULF OF SECT：
SEA AREA
RUINED CATSLE
OFF THE GULF OF SECT：
SEA AREA
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.
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 14, 2025 at 11:41 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.
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.
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,
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,
December 14, 2025 at 11:19 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,
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,
No, removed altogether. They became unfeeling Things, and they were
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
December 14, 2025 at 11:03 PM
No, removed altogether. They became unfeeling Things, and they were
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
No, removed altogether. They became unfeeling Things, and they were
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
December 14, 2025 at 10:43 PM
No, removed altogether. They became unfeeling Things, and they were
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
already far beyond the comprehension of any living being.
We thought of the tower as a nest, and them as bees or ants,
or perhaps some sort of vegetation.
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.
through was but the wings offstage, the curtain down - traversing
a tiny piece of Hell.
December 14, 2025 at 10:22 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.
through was but the wings offstage, the curtain down - traversing
a tiny piece of Hell.
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.
as material to define borders.
To tear away one's own feelings and illusions, and Redraw the Line.
December 14, 2025 at 9:59 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.
as material to define borders.
To tear away one's own feelings and illusions, and Redraw the Line.
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
December 14, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
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.
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.
December 14, 2025 at 9:43 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.
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.
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.
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 14, 2025 at 9:31 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.
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.
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.
already fading away, was meant only as an attraction for those
who aspire to true creativity.
December 14, 2025 at 9:13 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.
already fading away, was meant only as an attraction for those
who aspire to true creativity.
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.
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 14, 2025 at 9:06 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.
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.
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.
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.
December 14, 2025 at 8:58 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.
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.
"Yes. You know the same already, so you cannot avert your eyes."
The same words enter my mind as always, and become a sign.
The fading scent of sentimentality.
Or perhaps it should be called a euphoria, tailored to duty.
The same words enter my mind as always, and become a sign.
The fading scent of sentimentality.
Or perhaps it should be called a euphoria, tailored to duty.
December 14, 2025 at 8:58 PM
"Yes. You know the same already, so you cannot avert your eyes."
The same words enter my mind as always, and become a sign.
The fading scent of sentimentality.
Or perhaps it should be called a euphoria, tailored to duty.
The same words enter my mind as always, and become a sign.
The fading scent of sentimentality.
Or perhaps it should be called a euphoria, tailored to duty.
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.
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.
December 14, 2025 at 8:39 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.
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.
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.
use to reknit ourselves should be described.
The Illusions might be a pleasure, attained without Overrationalizing
this boring, depressing operation.
December 14, 2025 at 8:19 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.
use to reknit ourselves should be described.
The Illusions might be a pleasure, attained without Overrationalizing
this boring, depressing operation.
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
December 14, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
Were the PRAYERs defending the tower, or did the tower itself possess
some conscious ability to gather them to itself?
Which being commands the other?
No, their connection cannot be described in terms of master and servant.
some conscious ability to gather them to itself?
Which being commands the other?
No, their connection cannot be described in terms of master and servant.
December 14, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Were the PRAYERs defending the tower, or did the tower itself possess
some conscious ability to gather them to itself?
Which being commands the other?
No, their connection cannot be described in terms of master and servant.
some conscious ability to gather them to itself?
Which being commands the other?
No, their connection cannot be described in terms of master and servant.
Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and-
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.
And that was all we knew of them.
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.
And that was all we knew of them.
December 14, 2025 at 7:41 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.
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.
And that was all we knew of them.
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.
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 14, 2025 at 7:19 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.
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.
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.
each moving after its inexplicable design.
Indescribable bubbles, forever between one shape and the next.
December 14, 2025 at 7:00 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.
each moving after its inexplicable design.
Indescribable bubbles, forever between one shape and the next.
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.
each moving after its inexplicable design.
Indescribable bubbles, forever between one shape and the next.
December 14, 2025 at 6:50 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.
each moving after its inexplicable design.
Indescribable bubbles, forever between one shape and the next.
SEGMENT ††††††：
INTO CARDINAL
CAVITIES OF DELUSION：
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME
INTO CARDINAL
CAVITIES OF DELUSION：
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME
December 14, 2025 at 6:29 PM
SEGMENT ††††††：
INTO CARDINAL
CAVITIES OF DELUSION：
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME
INTO CARDINAL
CAVITIES OF DELUSION：
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME