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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 31, 2025 at 9:23 AM
SEGMENT ††††††:
INTO CARDINAL

CAVITIES OF DELUSION:
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME
December 31, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and-
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.

And that was all we knew of them.
December 31, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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.
December 31, 2025 at 8:39 AM
A familiar unarticulated noise warbles far away.

Let the hunt begin.

So said the voice of nostalgia.
December 31, 2025 at 8:20 AM
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 31, 2025 at 8:11 AM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 31, 2025 at 7:45 AM
But then there was the second reason.

The resistance we encountered while fighting inside the engine of rebirth
was unexpectedly weak, barely slowing us down at all.
Perhaps those walls we could not pass were all the defense it had needed.
December 31, 2025 at 7:38 AM
.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --.
W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY
December 31, 2025 at 7:14 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 31, 2025 at 7:00 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 31, 2025 at 6:54 AM
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.
December 31, 2025 at 6:33 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 31, 2025 at 6:25 AM
SEGMENT †††††:
ON THE MEDALLION

ENIGMATIC UTERUS:
GARDEN HUGE ARCHIVE
December 31, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and-
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.

And that was all we knew of them.
December 31, 2025 at 5:57 AM
But then there was the second reason.

The resistance we encountered while fighting inside the engine of rebirth
was unexpectedly weak, barely slowing us down at all.
Perhaps those walls we could not pass were all the defense it had needed.
December 31, 2025 at 5:49 AM
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.
December 31, 2025 at 5:29 AM
EQUIPMENT : KOB-0Cs PROMISED DAWN 緋輪
INFERNAL SABBATH

-.- .- --. ..- .-. .-
KAGURA
December 31, 2025 at 5:22 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 31, 2025 at 5:05 AM
SEGMENT †††|:
CLOUDY OCEAN

OPPOSITE OF THE VEIL:
BEYOND NIMBUS
December 31, 2025 at 4:55 AM
.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --.
W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY
December 31, 2025 at 4:47 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 31, 2025 at 4:37 AM
They will laugh if I tell them I was watching the stars.
But that is the only way I can describe it.
I was there before I realized.
A foolish thing that happens all too frequently.
A curse I must always carry.
December 31, 2025 at 4:18 AM
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 31, 2025 at 4:10 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 31, 2025 at 3:49 AM