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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.

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.

SEGMENT ††††††：
INTO CARDINAL

CAVITIES OF DELUSION：
CARDINALSHAFT FRAME

"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.

SEGMENT †††：
CLOUDY OCEAN

INVISIBLE CRACKS：
OCEAN OF REGRET

......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.

And that left the third reason.

Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human...
What had they thought? What was their goal?
There should still be those among us who understand.

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.

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,

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.

.-- .- .-. -. .. -. --.
W A R N I N G

AN AWESOME PRAYER
IS
CONFLICT WITH US

KEEP YOUR DIGNITY

They hid something away, and its concealed brilliance brought travellers
asking what it was, and what it was for.
No doubt they became as they are for its sake.

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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,

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.

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.

"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 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.

The speculation was nothing but idle entertainment to begin with.
Perhaps the conclusion was just ahead, waiting for us to reach it?

Thoughts, predictions of the future ― Hope.

Hope, desire, delusion, anxiety, and-
..and yes, walls. Each object an embodiment of their abandoned humanity.

And that was all we knew of them.

SEGMENT †††††††：
PAST RISINGS AGAIN

ENGAGE IN SHOWDOWN：
IRREVERSIBLE LANE

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.

And that left the third reason.

Long ago, when the PRAYERs were still human...
What had they thought? What was their goal?
There should still be those among us who understand.

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.

They hid something away, and its concealed brilliance brought travellers
asking what it was, and what it was for.
No doubt they became as they are for its sake.

SEGMENT †|：
WAR RELICS

EDGE OF THE GARDEN：
WAR RELICS OUTSKIRTS

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.

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.

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.

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.