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EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 16, 2025 at 3:51 PM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 16, 2025 at 3:34 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.
December 16, 2025 at 3:27 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 16, 2025 at 3:16 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 16, 2025 at 2:58 PM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY
December 16, 2025 at 2:34 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.
December 16, 2025 at 2:21 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 16, 2025 at 2:00 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 16, 2025 at 2:00 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 16, 2025 at 1:43 PM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 16, 2025 at 1:20 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 16, 2025 at 1:06 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 16, 2025 at 1:00 PM
If we were to be delayed along the road ahead, we would become trapped
by pursuers from the Great Clock
Once the infiltrators are within the body, it is only a matter of time until
they are eliminated.
December 16, 2025 at 12:53 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 16, 2025 at 12:29 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 16, 2025 at 12:14 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.
December 16, 2025 at 11:55 AM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 16, 2025 at 11:55 AM
We wondered in the silence if there was not a reason for that lassitude,
if it was not all preparation for some elaborate plan.

The silence itself confirmed our suspicions.
The action and inaction of our foes spoke louder than any words.
December 16, 2025 at 11:35 AM
"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.
December 16, 2025 at 11:29 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 16, 2025 at 11:11 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 16, 2025 at 10:54 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 16, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Perhaps it did not matter if their mother, the Great Clock, was destroyed.

It would only revive itself, forever a depressing truth.
December 16, 2025 at 10:16 AM